The Echoes of Valerius
The Castle of Valerius clung to the cliffs of the Carpathians like a dying parasite, its grey spires piercing a sky that was perpetually the color of a bruise. Elise had been hired to organize the Count's chaotic archives, a task that required her to spend her days in a library that smelled of damp earth and ancient, rotting leather. Count Valerius was a man of shadows. He rarely appeared in...
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