Jill Malik P.O.V

The night was starless and the moon was covered with murky clouds that blended in with the rest of the sky. I leaned on the balusters of the balcony and admired at how it was made. The balcony was supported by corbels made out of successive courses of stonework and it reminded me so much of the renaissance period. I gazed up at the sky and shivered. It was chilly and windy on the balcony, but the view from up here was breathtakingly beautiful. The rose garden and the fountain looked like that from a fairytale. I inhaled the fresh air and heaved a long sigh.

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