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... stood a fortress carved into the bones of the world.
The Castle Noctis.
Cloaked in cloud and shadow, its spires pierced the heavens like black needles, always half-swallowed in mist. Gargoyles perched like sentries along the balconies. The great stained-glass window in the main hall showed no saints—only fanged kings, wreathed in thorns and flame.
Inside this grand palace, the air smelled like cold ash and incense.
Alucard Nosferatu reclined against his throne, w ...
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