on an autumn night in 1352, in one of the most remote villages of europe, a gloomy castle vanished into the mist. villagers believed the castle was cursed, whispering about the strange sounds that echoed from within its walls at night. but that night, everyone heard the old bell in the tower ring on its own. no one dared to approach the castle until morning. the next day, the iron gate of the castle was found wide open, and a single word was carved into the ground in front of it: ‘blood.’
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