Dracula Corrupted
It was a stormy night. The carriage rattled along the dirt road towards the Baron’s Castle. Its sole occupant, a man of the name of Jonathan Parker, was clutching his briefcase to his chest. He was a frail, nervous kind of man. There was an air of dusty neatness about him, the air of a resigned bachelor. He peered out of the window. The ride had been long, his rump hurt, and he was hungry.…
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