The Labyrinth of Pale Lilacs
(V-12: Gothic / Poetic Horror) The estate was not a house, but a living organism of stone and sorrow, breathing through the vents and weeping through the cracked ceilings. Clara arrived at the gates of the Sterling Manor during the blue hour, when the world seems to dissolve into a watercolor of indigo and ash. She had come to find the truth about Diana, but the house had other plans. The...
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