The Ledger of Leo
The Blackwood Estate was a place where the air felt heavy, as if the humidity were made of old secrets and dead hopes. I have been the butler here for thirty years. I have seen the rise and fall of the Blackwood line, but none as fascinating, or as terrifying, as Master Leo. Leo was a golden child. When he was twelve, he read Virgil in the original Latin and spent his afternoons sketching the...
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