The Blood Cipher
The house at Blackwood Manor did not just sit on the hill; it loomed over the town of Oakhaven like a rotting tooth. Silas had lived there since he was six, raised by a series of distant uncles who spoke in whispers and avoided the basement. He was a thin, pale youth with a hunger for the things the rest of the town feared. In the attic, hidden behind a false wall of moth-eaten velvet, Silas...
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