V-01: The Gilded Silence
The manor of Blackwood did not merely stand upon the moor; it seemed to exhale the very fog that choked the valley below. For Arthur, the silence of the house had become a physical weight, a shroud that had clung to him since the day the carriage carried Eleanor away into the cold earth of the churchyard. He had spent three years in a state of suspended animation, moving through the corridors...
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