The Shadow of the Winter Rose
The estate of Blackwood Manor did not exist in the world of men; it existed in the world of echoes. It sat atop a jagged cliff in the Scottish Highlands, where the wind howled like a wounded animal and the snow fell in a relentless, suffocating blanket of white. Inside, the corridors were endless, the ceilings lost in a gloom that no candle could pierce, and the air tasted of ancient dust and...
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