The Cosmic Farce (V-07)
The Blackwood estate was a rotting monument to a grandeur that had died a century ago. Situated in the humid heart of Mississippi, the house leaned precariously to the left, its white paint peeling like dead skin. Inside, the Blackwood family gathered in the drawing room, sipping lukewarm tea and arguing about the "Proper Protocol for the End of Days." The "End" was not a mystery; it was a...
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