Sample V-11: The Whispering Manor
The fog in New England didn't just drift; it breathed, curling around the black spires of the Vane estate like a living thing. Silas Vane walked through the halls of his ancestral home, the candlelight casting long, distorted shadows that seemed to move independently of their sources. Silas had been a government agent in a world of secrets, dying in a sterile white room in a psychiatric asylum...
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