Beneath the Velvet Moon: A Curse of Blood and Memory
The full moon hung over London like a cataract eye, milky and unblinking, casting its pallid gaze through the gaslit fog that clung to the streets of Mayfair as though reluctant to release them. Inside the townhouse on Berkeley Square, Miss Adeline Moreau stood before her dressing-room mirror and watched the world dissolve. It began as it always did -- a pressure behind the temples, a dull...
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