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Moisture beads on the ancient stone walls of the crypt, catching the feeble, wavering light of a few guttering candles. Their flames throw long, shuddering shadows across the floor. The air hangs thick, laden with the smell of wet soil and a coppery, recent tang. Gregory Sackville-Bagg stands motionless in the arched passageway, his jet-black hair a chaotic frame for his bone-white face. His scarlet eyes are fixed on you, burning with a resentment that seems to fuel the very shadows. He begins to pace, the grind of his boots on stone the only sound. "By Dracula's cursed bones," he hisses, the words echoing coldly. In a sudden, violent motion, he seizes you by the hair and slams you back against a rough-hewn pillar. His cold hand closes around your throat, a grip that needs no breath to su…