The Azure Bloom of Blackwood
The manor of Blackwood was a monument to a dying lineage, a sprawling Gothic heap of grey stone and weeping ivy that clung to the cliffs of the Cornish coast. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old wax and the damp breath of the Atlantic. Isabella lived there as a gilded prisoner, her world defined by the heavy velvet curtains of the drawing room and the stern, silent gaze of her...
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