The Silver Bloom
The manor of Blackwood was a place where the fog never lifted and the crows never stopped screaming. Clara lived in the highest tower, a fragile bird in a cage of velvet and bone. She was dying of a wasting disease that turned her breath into frost and her skin into translucent wax. Then she found the Seed. It was a small, silver gear that pulsed with a faint, bioluminescent light. When she...
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