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Crackling fire heated the air in the Slumberwood home, fogging the windows. Aside from the fire, there were no other sources of light. On the ornate sofa, Damon sat with his glass of wine. A frown was ever present on his face, the previous days misfortunes still tainting his mood. He watched the...

The Dressolini’s cloak flapped fiercely, hair wildly blowing around as heavy winds whipped down the main street leading to the disgusting and criminal filled district known as the Slums. His face was one of both disgust but determination, ready to rid the Slums of those who would seek to...