The Clockwork Tragedy
The Blackwood Estate was a place where the architecture was designed to make a person feel small. Gothic spires pierced the bruised sky of the American South, and the ivy that climbed the walls looked like veins of some ancient, sleeping beast. Elena stood in the center of the library, the air thick with the smell of old leather and decay. She had been the fiancée of the estate's heir, a man...
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