Title: The Fragments of Blackwood Manor

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2026-06-10 02:01:19 -

The humidity of the Georgia summer felt like a wet blanket, smelling of rotting jasmine and old secrets. I woke up in the attic of Blackwood Manor, my mind a shattered mirror. I am Silas, but I am also not Silas. In my dreams, I remember being a banker in a city of glass, a soldier in a trench of mud, and a poet in a court of gold. These aren't just memories; they are lives. I can feel them...

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