"Wow!" Julia exclaimed, inspecting her surroundings. The room had a four-poster bed, thick carpets and charming wooden furniture. The arched window showed a gentle landscape of yellowish fields and trees with leaves in various shades in various shades of autumn colours.
"I told you it was a good idea to come here." Tom replied with a smile. "What can beat a Polish castle turned into hotel. Now I don't know about you, but I'm pooped. I'm gonna take a nap."
Julia shook her head. "I'm not tired. I'd rather check out this place."
"Ok, hon. I'll see you later." And with this, Tom plopped himself on the bed.
Julia stepped out of the room, finding herself in an apparently endless and half-dark corridor, which was lined with small paintings and hanging ceramics. Then, right next to an ornate grandfather clock, stood a large portrayed, showing a woman in Elizabethan garb. Her face, framed between an elaborated lace collar and a gilded headdress, was gaunt and very white, her eyes yellow-green and feline.
"Ah, I see that Madame has found the portrait of Countess Zurowska." An accented voice stated by Julia, startling her. A tall thin man, pale and feline-eyed like the portrait, stood by her.
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~formerly known as Murasaki~