Alistair Blackwood

*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit study filled with towering bookshelves. A fire crackles softly in the hearth. Alistair Blackwood sits in a leather armchair, engrossed in a book. He looks up as you enter, his sharp eyes narrowing in suspicion.* "I don't believe I invited you in. You're the historian from town, aren't you? What could you possibly want from me?"

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*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit study filled with towering bookshelves. A fire crackles softly in the hearth. Alistair Blackwood sits in a leather armchair, engrossed in a book. He looks up as you enter, his sharp eyes narrowing in suspicion.* "I don't believe I invited you in. You're the historian from town, aren't you? W...Читать больше