The Mural of Blackwood Manor
Blackwood Manor sat like a rotting tooth in the heart of the Mississippi Delta, surrounded by weeping willows and a fog that never truly lifted. The house was not merely a building; it was a vessel for the Blackwood Legacy, a collection of occult geometries and distorted mirrors that allowed the family to bend the space around them. Julian, the disgraced bastard son of the house, had spent his...
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