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Was it revulsion I felt? Perhaps some sort of sick fascination? No, not that.
But something compelled me to follow. . .
Rain-drenched and chilled to the bone, she arrives at the Countess castle. Like many before her none of whom have returned shes determined to snuff out the horrors within. But could she ever be prepared for what hides within its turrets; what unfurls under its fluttering flags. . .
E.M Carrolls hair-raising tale, charged with eroticism, wont just make your skin crawl it will crawl underneath it.
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