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Cold, torrential rain slammed down on me, soaking through my clothes in seconds. The heavy, suffocating smell of mud, burning pine, and raw wolfsbane flooded my throat, making me gag uncontrollably.
I wasn't in the Manor anymore. I was standing on a muddy, rocky ridge — a place I recognized instantly from my readings in the library as the Blood Eclipse Ridge.
Below me, a chaotic, bloody s*******r was slowly unfolding.
The stormy air thundered with the sickening sound of snapping bones, the horrific clash of iron, and the brutal tearing of flesh. A dozen shadowy figures dressed in dark, hooded cloaks swarmed the Ridge, their faces obscured by their hoods. They fought with terrifying skill, holding weapons that gleamed with a sickly, glowing green poison.
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