V-11: The Obsidian Obsession
The mist of the Scottish Highlands did not merely drift; it clung to the grey stone of Blackwood Manor like a damp, suffocating shroud. Inside the manor, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and ancient dust, a place where time had ceased to flow and only the echoes of the past remained. Clara, a specialist in the forgotten arts of herbalism and alchemy, had been summoned to the manor to...
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