The Pale Rider of the Highlands
(V-09: Gothic Style) The castle of Lord Alistair sat upon a jagged cliff in the Scottish Highlands, a tooth of grey stone biting into a bruised sky. It was a place of wind and echoes, where the rain never truly stopped and the ghosts of the clans fought eternal battles in the mist. Alistair was a man of forbidden curiosities, his library filled with books bound in human skin and maps of places...
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