Title: The Aesthetics of Ruin
The mist of the Blackwood Valley never truly lifted; it only shifted, clinging to the jagged spires of the ancestral castle like a funeral shroud. Count Valerius did not see the mist as a nuisance, but as a canvas. To him, the art of war was not about the acquisition of territory or the preservation of lives, but about the composition of the scene. Valerius had spent his youth studying the...
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