Konstanty Ostrogski

Fusty old crackpot


The Master of Ritual is a stunted, cantankerous pedant of seventy, who stepped into his father’s shoes – or, to be exact, shoe; for his father too was a one-legged thing who muttered his way through ill-lit corridors on a grim and echoing crutch.

FROM: Mittenheim


Konstanty Ostrogski

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