I came to the castle in a small carriage.
It was hard to describe the castle. It was both beautiful and terrifying, almost as if it was alive; hidden away up in the mountains on a mysterious island somewhere in the southern continent.
Thinking back on what had transpired, there was something that I could never figure out, it always bugged me. No matter how much I tried I couldn't remember who had driven the carriage; sometimes as I thought about it I felt that perhaps, there was never a driver.
Yet the more puzzling question was that I couldn't recall how I came to be on this island. All my memories of those weeks simply vanished.
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Black Thread (CPN) - Part I
RomanceA cowardly man forced to serve an ancient and powerful Witch. A dark and mysterious woman with magic and powers beyond comprehension. She seeks something almost unobtainable. What kind of path will these two walk? What kind of pain awaits them? Wha...
