The Copper Dream
(Silas's perspective) The manor at Blackwood stood like a rotting tooth against the bleak, rain-swept sky of the Yorkshire moors. It was a place of long shadows and damp corridors, where the wind howled through the eaves like a wounded animal. I, Dr. Silas Thorne, had spent my inheritance and my sanity chasing the "Weight of the Soul." My theory was simple, yet blasphemous: consciousness was...
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