The castle stood high on the hill, imposing and dark in the winter rain. A bleak wind drew low cloud intermittently around its spires and battlements. No one was outside to notice the yellow light burning brightly from the East tower. But within that tapestry-padded room, warmed by fire, the Duke of Quell sipped at his whiskey, and then, with an intake of breath, opened the first of the books.
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