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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
November by Walter de la Mare
You open the thick heavy wooden door and enter the room. It doesn't have a window. It's rather dark inside so you can't see the other end of the room clearly. You notice a table in the middle of the room, and a small box on it. You begin wallking slowly to the table. You are midway to the table when you hear the door shut behind you and the sound of it being locked. It made you surprise but you settle down. You take a look around. Several torches on the walls are the only lights in the room. You notice something that looks like a bag in the corner.
What would you do?
(1) Check out the samll box on the table and see what's inside.
(2) Go over to the bag in the corner of the room and see what it is.
(3) Go back to the door and see if it's really locked.
I will continue the story depending on your choice. You can ask me questions before you make up your mind.
Have a safe adventure!