The Whispering Ivy
The Blackwood Manor stood on the cliffs of Cornwall, a skeletal remain of a house that seemed to be holding its breath. Elias had come here to escape the noise of the university, to lose himself in the study of "Forbidden Botany"—the plants that grew in the gaps between dimensions. In the damp darkness of the cellar, Elias found the Ichor. It was a viscous, silver liquid that smelled of old...
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