Sample V-10: The Velvet Shroud
The Highlands of Scotland were a place of grey stone and eternal rain. Isobel lived in a manor that seemed to be sinking slowly into the peat, its walls covered in ivy that looked like skeletal fingers clutching the brick. Isobel had lost her voice in a fire ten years ago. The burns had scarred her throat, but the trauma had scarred her mind, leaving a void where her memories of the incident...
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