Mary Moore
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Year 1830 The air was chilly and brought with it the faint but distinct scent of blood. The lanterns from a long procession of carriages cast the only light in the cloudy darkness as the troupe slowly made its way towards the Duke's mansion. I watched the carriages clumsily amble up the dirt road on the side of the mountain, but could barely make out the noble's insignias from my vantage point atop a distant hill. "Why bother when the Lord has been asleep for hundreds of years?" I murmured, shaking…
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