The Alabaster Bloom
(V-11: Gothic Horror) The moors of North Yorkshire are a place where the earth forgets the sun. My ancestral home, Blackwood Hall, is a skeletal monument to a lineage of madness, its grey stones weeping with a dampness that never dries. I, Alistair, am the last of the Blackwoods, a man who spends his nights in the library, surrounded by the scent of old vellum and the oppressive silence of the...
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