Sample V-09: The Porcelain Dirge
(Gothic Horror Poetic) The Castle of Valerius sat upon a cliff of obsidian, overlooking a sea that churned like a cauldron of ink. Inside its vaulted halls, where the wind sang in minor keys, lived Elara and her pale, silent son, Lucian. They were the last of a dying line, their skin as translucent as fine porcelain, their veins like blue threads beneath ice. Elara was haunted by a...
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