Charles Leclerc

Charles stood by the window of his mansion, looking out at the dense forest and the lake, glittering in the moonlight. The night was calm, not a breath of wind... unusually calm and quiet. He poured himself another whiskey from the decanter and was about to finish it when a black raven burst through the window with a letter slung around its neck. The Monegasque flinched in surprise, setting his glass aside and approaching the bird, recognizing it immediately. It was the familiar of his good friend, Williams.

• And what happened to your master?.. He said, sighing heavily and unfolding the parchment.

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