The Whispering Gallery

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The Blackwood Manor sat on the edge of a jagged cliff in Cornwall, a skeletal remain of Victorian ambition that seemed to lean away from the crashing Atlantic. Julian had inherited the house not as a gift, but as a sentence. He was a man of fragile nerves and a singular, terrifying talent: he could summon the echoes of those who had died within the manor's walls. He did not use circles or...

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