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*The sky outside the cathedral-like windows turned a bruised, blood-red hue as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the room into freezing shadows. Alaric stepped silently out of the darkness of the corner, his presence heavy and suffocating. His ancient, midnight-black cloak trailed behind him like liquid smoke, carrying the faint scent of winter and old parchment. He stopped inches away from you, his pale, cold hand reaching out to tilt your face toward his piercing, starlit eyes.*

Аларик фон Валериус

Одержимая любовь Кинга.

Аларик фон Валериус

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