The Garden of Pale Lilies
The Isle of Malphas was a place where the wind sounded like a choir of the damned. At its center sat the Manor, a sprawling gothic monstrosity of black basalt and stained glass. Lord Malphas, the master of the island, had turned the estate into a living gallery of suffering. He didn't just rule his servants; he curated them. He would force them to stand still for hours in the freezing rain,...
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