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As the blood dried on her hands, she counted scars to fall asleep. She dreamed revenge.
The great Houses of the Unseen World, the buildings that bore the names of the families who lived in them, were more than just constructions of wood and stone, brick and mortar. Suffused with magic, they were themselves ongoing spells. The doors that opened only for blood members of the House were just the beginning. The older Houses, the ones that had seen generation upon generation, developed further magical links with their families. It was rumored they could even reshape themselves according to the desires of the people who lived within them. House Prospero was one such House.
