The Rust of Blood

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The Rust of Blood

The red mist didn't just obscure the vision; it tasted of copper and old graves. It clung to the crumbling columns of the Blackwood Estate like a living shroud, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic heartbeat that only Silas could hear. Silas was the ghost of the manor, a mute servant whose only duty was to sweep the dust from halls that had forgotten the sound of laughter. He was a creature of the...

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