The Velvet Cage of Dorian
The manor of Blackwood stood on the edge of a desolate moor, a gothic monolith of grey stone and weeping ivy. Dorian Blackwood was the master of this silence, a man of pale skin and eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of a thousand dead winters. He was a collector of beauty—of rare books, extinct butterflies, and the finest art of the Renaissance. Elena arrived at Blackwood in the autumn,...
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