She hurried after it, making her way down to the first floor, but as it plunged into the darkness beneath the overhanging landing, where the moonlight could no longer reach, Ophelia paused to yank down the brass candelabra from the post at the end of the banister at the end of the stairs, letting the dim light guide her into the unexplored parts of the manor.
Another run on sentence that should be broken up.
