The Gothic Trap
The forests surrounding Castle Valerius were not made of trees, but of shadows that breathed. Lord Cedric walked through the mist, his velvet cloak dragging through the dead leaves. He was a man haunted by a lineage of madness, a family tree that had branched into insanity and suicide. The same darkness that had claimed his father and grandfather now clawed at the edges of his own mind. The...
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