Sample-V04-The Rotting Estate-202606102359.txt
The air in the Blackwood estate tasted of damp earth and ancient regrets. Cora moved through the hallways like a shadow, her dress brushing against the peeling wallpaper that looked like dead skin. The house was a monument to a lineage that had forgotten how to live, only knowing how to decay. Elias had come to the estate like a savior, promising to restore the gardens and the family name. He...
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