The Ossuary Garden
The Chateau de Valerius sat atop a jagged cliff in the Pyrenees, its spires piercing the mist like the needles of a giant. Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of lilies and something sharper, something metallic that clung to the back of the throat. Count Valerius had been a man of singular obsession. In the 18th century, he had sought the secret of the "Living Death," a state where the...
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