"If you were to happen upon the once-elaborate monastery now in the hills of Northern England, you would find its jagged mass of ruins to be something of an unfinished sketch: The lantern tower at the northwest corner of the grounds is measured by the uneven shadow cast by the presbytery at the eastern end of the expanse, and the cloister, once arcaded in black marble, has eroded to a simple white sandstone. Legends that have since fallen into disrepute speak of a medieval order of lapsed nuns who had taken for their residence this abandoned fortress after having suffered expulsion for their sins by the now extinct Order of Circassia. It was said, though mostly in jest and generally as counter-point to a moralistic tale, that these nuns had danced a knight to his fiery death to secure their safe escape."
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