He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die
The Winds of Change
The fireplace in the Grand Hall of Castle Razvan had burned 900 winters. One hundred years before the dungeons were dug and the first cornerstone put in place, the revetments of the fortress the castle was built on had been the place where the Count Razvan’s kinsmen had planned the defense of Carpathia. We fought all who entered with closed visor and raised sword. The Count Razvan felt the flames of the fireplace toast his tired back and legs. The crackle of fire warmed his ancient soul as well.
The Patriarch raised his eyes to the elaborate woodwork made from the trees off his lands with the…
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