The Compass of Forgotten Faces
Clara walked through the corridors of the Castle Ravenloft with a lantern in one hand and a heavy heart in the other. The castle was a stone beast, breathing cold air and smelling of damp earth and old secrets. She had come for her father, a cartographer who had vanished ten years ago while searching for the "Zero Point" of the world. In the library, she found the Compass of Mnemosyne. It was a...
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