The Curse of the Thorne Estate
The town of Blackwood did not exist on most maps, and those who lived there preferred it that way. It was a place of weeping willows, sinking porches, and a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight. At the center of this decay sat the Thorne Estate, a sprawling, gothic monstrosity of grey stone and shattered glass that seemed to breathe with a slow, rhythmic malice. Caleb Thorne had...
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