V-08: The Fog of Blackwood Manor
(Style B2: Southern Gothic) The fog in the valley of Blackwood didn't just obscure the view; it tasted of copper and old rot. It clung to the crumbling columns of the manor like a parasitic vine, whispering secrets to those who were foolish enough to listen. Elias arrived at the manor in a rusted sedan, carrying nothing but a law degree and a heavy sense of dread. He had inherited the estate...
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