Bskd. stood an old, stone castle. Everyone in the village said it was haunted. No one went near it—except for a clever red fox named Vira.
Vira was not an ordinary fox. She was a vixen, which means a female fox, and she was very curious. She loved to explore, especially places others were too afraid to go. One cold autumn evening, she stood near the edge of the forest, staring up at the spooky castle.
"I bet there's something interesting in there," Vira whispered to herself.
So, she crept through the trees and across the grassy hill. The moon was high, and clouds moved slowly through the sky. As she got closer, the castle door creaked open all by itself.
Vira's ears perked up. "That's strange," she thought. But she was brave, so she walked right in.
Inside, it was dark and quiet. The air smelled old, like dust and forgotten stories. Candles lit themselves along the walls, casting long shadows.
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