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"At Tenebris, the past is never truly buried. And the youngest always inherits more than just a name." When the last-born of House Morwyn enters the ancient Collegium Tenebris, long dormant shadows begin to stir. Eyes follow him. The walls listen. And somewhere, in the hush between midnight bells, an encounter sets something in motion something neither spell nor blood can undo.

„Harper? „Harper?" „Harper?" ☼♚☼♚☼♚