“Gather around everyone,” the tour guide said.
Clara had reached the wall by that point, and the guide’s words were whispers carried on by the wind. She followed the stone barrier until; she came across an ivy covered door. Unlike the gate that led in and out of the convent, this one was no taller than she was. She remembered that it had been fashioned with thick oak and reinforced with iron rivets.
She nearly missed the door entirely, memories were tainted by her childhood self’s diminutive size. What once took her one-hundred paces to reach, now required forty. Ivy had grown over this part of the wall, which worked well for keeping secrets from the past hidden.
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