The Fragrance of Decay
Adrian arrived at the Castle of Valerius in the heart of the Romanian wilderness. The estate was a gothic nightmare of jagged spires and weeping gargoyles, surrounded by a forest of black pines that seemed to breathe in unison. He had been hired to restore the frescoes in the Great Hall, but the moment he stepped inside, he felt a pull—a magnetic attraction to a mirror hidden behind a heavy...
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