The Bloom of Flesh

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The mists of the Scottish Highlands did not merely surround the Blackwood Manor; they breathed. They crept through the cracked stone walls and coiled around the heavy mahogany furniture like pale, searching fingers. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old paper, damp earth, and the cloying sweetness of lilies. Alastair Blackwood was a man of science, or so he told himself. He had spent...

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