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... buried so deep beneath the twilight that no sunlight real or false had ever touched its walls. The air itself was thick with preserved blood-mist that drifted in slow, lazy spirals, catching the glow of a single floating chandelier made entirely from crystallized crimson.
Duke Alucard Nocturne sat at the head, tall and gaunt, silver-white braid resting across one shoulder like a sleeping serpent. His blood-filled glass reflected nothing, not even his own liquid-crimson eyes.
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