The Crystal Sleep
The fog of the English countryside had a way of swallowing houses whole, and Blackwood Manor was no exception. It was a place of damp stone and whispering corridors, where the light always seemed to be filtered through a layer of grey silk. Isabella, a woman of science and solitude, spent her days in the conservatory, surrounded by minerals that glowed with an unnatural, pale light. She had...
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