The Inheritance Riddle
The Blackwood Manor did not welcome visitors; it tolerated them. The house was a skeletal remain of Southern grandeur, draped in Spanish moss that looked like rotting lace. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old paper and something metallic, like dried blood. Silas had returned to this house not out of love, but because he was the last living scrap of a disgraced lineage. His uncle,...
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