The Crimson Ritual
The Chateau de Sang-Noir sat atop a jagged cliff of obsidian, overlooking a sea that churned like a cauldron of ink. Inside, the corridors were labyrinths of velvet and shadow, where the candles flickered with a pale, sickly light and the portraits of ancestors seemed to watch with hollow, hungry eyes. Three guests had been summoned to the Chateau: Count Valerius, a man of decadent elegance...
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