Sample-V-09: The Mirror's Edge
The manor of Blackwood stood on the edge of a cliff in the Yorkshire moors, a gothic monstrosity of grey stone and jagged gables that seemed to lean away from the wind. Clara had arrived in November, the month when the sky turned the color of a bruised plum and the rain never truly stopped. She had been invited by Julian, a man she had known in her youth, a man who had vanished into the shadows...
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