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Arcana of Pleasure
It was the year 1783, Anno Domini, when the skies turned gray and Selmara’s name once again began to be whispered with fear by the cracked lips of the villagers. Selmara lived in the same house near the forest, almost at the edge of the village on the road that led to the castle of Nebelheim, a kingdom nestled in the heart of the now decaying and confused Holy Roman Empire. The villagers felt a mixture of lust and fear toward her. She was a woman of undeniable beauty; her garments, always black and tightly fitted to her body, stirred the imagination of the village men. Yet they spoke with…
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White Queen
How would I define myself? A warlock. I admit, I’m a mediocre one. I don’t create my own spells or magical artifacts. My specialty lies in researching those crafted by true warlocks. Researching spells and magical objects is my passion, and in that, I must say—I excel. Magic, at the level I practice it, isn’t something you can just Google. You have to dig through dusty shelves in used bookstores, know the worth of scribbled annotations in the margins, and, in some cases, uncover hidden treasures in antique shop attics. Luckily, it doesn’t cost me much. Most people are ignorant of magic and dismiss its value. They don’t realize what…
