The Nocturne of the Pale Feast (V-11)
The Castle of Oriel sat upon a jagged spire of rock, overlooking a sea that was more ink than water. It was a place of eternal twilight, where the wind howled through the battlements like a choir of the damned. Inside, the halls were draped in heavy black silk, and the only light came from candles that burned with a pale, violet flame. The Chef of Oriel was a creature of terrifying grace. He...
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