The Blood-Stone Lament
(V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The mist clung to the Scottish Highlands like a damp shroud, erasing the line between the charcoal sky and the bruised purple of the heather. Arthur, a man whose lineage was as old as the glens but whose purse had grown perilously thin, stepped carefully over the peat bog. Beside him, Julian, his valet and longest confidant, trudged in a silence that felt heavy with...
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