Somewhere in a deep forest, an isolated castle. Only in the court of the castle, a young man wearing a black glove in the right hand, makes bounce a ball against the wall, as a game, a threat. The young man is the son of the house, the...See moreSomewhere in a deep forest, an isolated castle. Only in the court of the castle, a young man wearing a black glove in the right hand, makes bounce a ball against the wall, as a game, a threat. The young man is the son of the house, the forgotten son, the left son, the one who returns.Written by
Claude Schmitz
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