The Ritual of Ruin

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The manor of Blackwood stood like a jagged tooth against the bruised purple sky of the English countryside. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax, old parchment, and a faint, metallic tang that suggested something dying in the walls. Alistair Thorne did not walk through his halls; he glided, a pale shadow in a house of ghosts. Alistair was a man who had been granted the most...

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