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THE DYING COALS OF BLOODMOON

作者: Beccamabswrites
last update 公開日: 2026-07-09 02:45:43

The candles in the private archives of the Bloodmoon Citadel had burned down to pools of stagnant, yellowing wax, casting long frantic shadows that stretched like accusing fingers across the damp stone walls. It was two o'clock in the morning and the air inside the subterranean vault was thick with the suffocating smell of tallow, old parchment and the sour sweat of a man drowning in his own inadequacy.

Saed slammed a massive, leather-bound ledger shut, the heavy impact echoing through the vaul
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