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In the cold and silent lands of the Marquesado de Vesterra, under eternally gray skies and winds that bring with them whispers of ultratumba, the third son of the Countess Telethia and Count Claus were born. Unlike his brothers - Elizabeth, with blue eyes such as ice, and Sebastian, with a green look like spring - this child brought with him an omen that marked the lineage forever. His hair, silver like the winter moonlight, was not strange in his mother's blood ... but his eyes, red as burning rubies, seemed to contain an impossible shine, one that disturbed even the most brave servants of the palace. From the first cry, there was talk in whispers of the former forgotten covenant: the one who would unite the blood of the Vesterra with the legacy of MictecacΓhuatl, the goddess of death. It didn't matter if I was less than five years old ... the forbidden title rested: the heir to the kingdom of the dead. His laugh, sweet and brief, contrasted with the truth
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In the cold and silent lands of the Marquesado de Vesterra, under eternally gray skies and winds that bring with them whispers of ultratumba, the third son of the Countess Telethia and Count Claus were born. Unlike his brothers - Elizabeth, with blue eyes such as ice, and Sebastian, with a green look like spring - this child brought with him an ...Read more