School of witchcraft
The Quaternary Awakening The rain beat with unusual violence against the windows of the old Blackwood mansion. In the main hall, the air was thick, laden not only with moisture, but with a resentment that had been simmering for years. "Sign at once," said Marcus, the eldest, setting down a fountain pen on the oak table. His voice was firm, that of a man accustomed to carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. We sell the house, we divide the inheritance and each one goes their own way. It's what Grandpa would have wanted. Julian, the second brother, let out a dry laugh as he played with a lighter, the flame of which danced strangely, almost rhythmically. "What Grandpa wanted was for us to stay locked up here taking care of his" relics "." I pass. I have a life in the city that doesn't include ghosts or dust. Silas, the third, did not look up from the strange map he had found in the library. His fingers ran over the engravings with a
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The Quaternary Awakening The rain beat with unusual violence against the windows of the old Blackwood mansion. In the main hall, the air was thick, laden not only with moisture, but with a resentment that had been simmering for years. "Sign at once," said Marcus, the eldest, setting down a fountain pen on the oak table. His voice was firm, that ...Read more