Title: The Velvet Shackle
The Castle of Ravenloft did not stand upon the earth so much as it loomed over it, a jagged tooth of black stone biting into a bruised purple sky. Clara had been hired to organize the library, a task that sounded mundane until she stepped inside the Great Hall. The books were not merely old; they were alive, their leather bindings pulsing like slow, dormant hearts. Count Orlok was a man of...
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