The Echoes of the Departed
The manor of Blackwood stood like a rotting tooth against the grey skyline of the English countryside. It was a place of perpetual autumn, where the wind howled through the eaves like a wounded animal. Adrian lived in the west wing, a world of velvet curtains and heavy silence. He had been blind since birth, but in the darkness of his eyes, a different kind of light had awakened. Adrian did not...
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