Bloodstained Manor
The dust in the basement tasted like copper and old blood. Silas Blair knelt on the stone floor, his fingers tracing the seams of the brick wall where he had just finished removing the mortar, and breathed in the smell of something that had been hidden for a hundred and forty years. Behind the wall, a leather-bound journal. Its cover was stained dark -- not with water damage, but with something...
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