Title: The Memory Parasite
The manor at Blackwood stood on a jagged cliff overlooking a sea of grey fog, a place where the wind sounded like a choir of the damned and the rain never truly stopped. It was a house of velvet curtains, dying embers, and a silence so heavy it felt like it was trying to drown the inhabitants. The air tasted of dust, old secrets, and the faint, metallic scent of blood. Clara arrived at...
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