Revelation 6:12
And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood.
A car stopped in front of a heavily weathered iron enclosure. Behind its rusted bars appeared the main entrance of an ancient castle. The closest village was West Wycombe at the southern edge of the Chiltern Hills near High Wycombe in Buckinghamshire, Southeast England. The driver got out and opened the trunk and placed the senator’s overnight bag on the ground. A cloud of dust permeated the air around the leather bag.
“They are waiting for you inside,” the driver said.
Senator John Fishborne stood for a moment in front of the edifice. Not what I expected, he thought, scanning the ancient gate.
He picked up his bag and walked towards what he believed was the main gate entrance. Beyond the entrance, at closer examination, the castle looked like the front of a church and stood about one hundred feet high. Its lofty steeple was covered in English ivy. At its base, the entryway was blocked by another rusted iron gate.
A man appeared from behind that gate. He dutifully waved to the senator as he opened the gate, which made a loud creaking noise.
The man had a distinctly English accent when he greeted the senator.
“Welcome, Senator Fishborne,” the man said. “My name is William Somers.”
“Pleasure, Mr. Somers,” Fishborne said. “I’ve come a long way to be here. Frankly, though, I’m surprised at the dilapidated appearance of all of this.”
“Ah, appearances,” William replied. “Don’t be fooled. Come inside. May I take your bag?”
“I got it,” Fishborne said, following Somers to a small door set inside the wall.
Leading the senator inside, Somers closed the door and threw the bolt into place to prevent anyone else from entering what was in reality a keep.
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