The Metamorphosis of Grief
The castle of Ravenloft did not stand upon the earth; it clung to the jagged cliffs of the Carpathians like a parasite, its spires piercing a sky that had forgotten the meaning of noon. Within its cold, echoing halls lived Julian, the sole heir to a legacy of madness and blood. Julian was a man of exquisite tastes and a void where his heart should have been, obsessed with the alchemy of the...
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