The Gothic Ledger of the Nameless
The manor stands upon the cliff like a broken tooth, gnawing at the edge of a grey and churning sea. Inside, the hallways are long corridors of velvet and rot, where the wallpaper peels away to reveal the skeletal structure of a house built on secrets. I have come here as the last remaining heir, though the blood in my veins feels like cold ink. The history of my family is a series of...
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