The Bronze Curse
The Bronze Curse ACT I: THE AWAKENING The candle sputtered as Eleanor pulled the rusted key from her apron pocket. The basement of Blackthorn Manor had not seen daylight since her grandmother's time, or perhaps longer. Dust lay thick as snow upon the flagstones, and something else: a scent she could not name, ancient and sweet, like flowers left too long upon a grave. The bronze object sat upon...
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