The Last Honor of Blackwood
(Grand Narrative) The year was 1789, and Europe was a powder keg waiting for a spark. In the crumbling provinces of the south, the House of Blackwood stood as a relic of a forgotten age—a family of knights and scholars who had outlived their purpose in a world of merchants and bureaucrats. I was the last of the line. My father had died in disgrace, accused of treason by a rival house, leaving...
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