The Pale Cathedral (V-12)
The Castle of Valerius did not merely stand upon the cliff; it clung to it, a jagged tooth of black basalt biting into a sky of eternal winter. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of incense and old blood, and the corridors were lined with mirrors that reflected only the shadows of the past. Dr. Elara had traveled from the universities of Vienna to treat the master of the house, drawn by a...
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