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White Mourning

“I always find it strange, how rarely evil comes dressed for the part. One might expect a wicked being to look like this creature—horned and fetid, unmistakable. And yet, the truest threats arrive masked as angels of light.”

Summary: In the dead of winter night, the betrothed arrives. A dragon rots in a filthy cage, brought as proof of a holy slaughter. In a castle thick with secrets and snow, the bride, haunted by the dreams of fire, begins to stray. And when the wedding bells ring, the veils will be drawn for mourning.

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