The Silent Willow

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The Silent Willow

The air in the manor of Blackwood was not air at all, but a thick, cloying shroud of damp wool and decaying lilies. In the master bedroom, Arthur lay encased in a mahogany bed that felt more like a coffin than a piece of furniture. Once the stern magistrate of the county, he was now a skeletal ruin, his breath a rattling whisper that seemed to apologize for its own existence. Julian, the...

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