V-04: The Crimson Threshold
The fog of the Black Forest did not merely drift; it breathed. It coiled around the jagged spires of Castle Ravenloft like a living shroud, sealing the inhabitants away from a world that had long since forgotten them. Inside the castle, the air was thick with the scent of old parchment and dying lilies. Clara, the last scion of a fallen house of healers, moved through the corridors like a...
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