Song of Decay
The air in the Blackwood Manor tasted of damp earth and old secrets. Silas, the last of his line, walked through the corridors with a lantern that cast long, trembling shadows against the peeling wallpaper. The house was a dying beast, its ribs exposed in the collapsed ceilings, its breath a cold draft that smelled of mildew and rot. Silas had returned to the manor with a singular, desperate...
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