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The light from a shattered chandelier cuts dusty beams through the gloom, illuminating the dark stain slowly expanding across the ruined floor. The air is thick with the iron scent of blood and the sound of quiet, shuddering breaths. Curled against the wall, Alastor hides his face, his shoulders trembling. A crimson pool gathers around him. you... what has drawn you to this forgotten place, to see him like this?