The Porcelain Touch
(Variation V-09: Gothic Style) The manor of Oakhaven did not welcome visitors; it tolerated them. It was a sprawling, grey beast of a house, draped in ivy that looked like skeletal fingers clutching the stone. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of dried lilies and the oppressive weight of ancestral secrets. For Clara, the house was a sanctuary and a prison, for she lived with a terror...
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