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I met a lady in the wood.
No mortal maid, I knew, was she;
She was no thing of flesh and blood,
No child of human ancestry.
Patrick Barrington
Blood -- the most precious of fluids. It is the red gold that flows through our veins. It is the liquid that gives life; it is the source of countless allegories and metaphors.
Blue blood. Pure blood. Bad blood. These are phrases from everyday speech that speak to the power that it has over us. Take the blood of a saint and a sinner and hold them side by side. To the eye, they are identical, so what is there to explain why one is a healer and the other is a killer? Is it something in the blood? A scientist would decry such as absurd, but there is much that science does not understand...
Listen, if you dare, to the tale of the sanguine thread, that is woven throughout the history of the Delbeath family. They are an ancient clan, from the east of England, born on the melancholy marshes that snuggle against the bosom of storm tossed seas. They are said to be the children of Boudica, and their roots go back to the days long before the Romans. Today, you may call upon them in their ancestral dwelling, the great stone manor called Wyndmondan Abbey. The great house was built in 1609, and it reportedly contains a fabulous library, where arcane and forbidden texts are kept. But, should you soujourn in the village beneath the Abbey's gaze, you'll not hear tales of banned books. You'll hear tales of the women of Delbeath.
There's something in their blood...something that isn't quite right...
 Watch your step! There are faeries about!
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