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A nobleman living in a decaying feudal castle is haunted by an old family curse casted by a mysterious alchemist centuries before. All the men in the family line don't live past the age of thirty-two, and at the same time the protagonist approaches his mortal fate, his curiosity about the curse increases even more. Lovecraft unfolds the story until a dark and dramatic climax, characteristic of his early work.
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A nobleman living in a decaying feudal castle is haunted by an old family curse casted by a mysterious alchemist centuries before. All the men in the family line don’t live past the age of thirty-two, and at the same time the protagonist approaches his mortal fate, his curiosity about the curse increases even more. Lovecraft unfolds the story until a dark and dramatic climax, characteristic of his early work.
Curse, Sorcerer, Ancestry
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High up, crowning the grassy summit of a swelling mound whose sides are wooded near the base with the gnarled trees of the primeval forest, stands the old chateau of my ancestors. For centuries its lofty battlements have frowned down upon the wild and rugged countryside about, serving as a home and stronghold for the proud house whose honored line is older even than the moss-grown castle walls. These ancient turrets, stained by the storms of generations and crumbling under the slow yet mighty pressure of time, formed in the ages of feudalism one of the most dreaded and formidable fortresses in all France. From its machicolated parapets and mounted battlements Barons, Counts, and even Kings had been defied, yet never had its spacious halls resounded to the footsteps of the invader.
