The Sentinel's Last Diary
Seventh day of November, 1740. My ancestor Richard Blackthorne made a bargain with something in the spaces between things. He was a man of science — an alchemist, though he would have called himself a natural philosopher — and he spent his nights in the stone tower on the Galway estate, running experiments with lenses and mirrors and distilled minerals until he found the recipe that would open...
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