The Clockwork Labyrinth of Rosevale
The iron gates of Rosevale Manor closed behind Silas Winterburn with a sound that felt like a gavel striking a block. It was November 1887, and the Yorkshire moors were a bruised expanse of frost and grey. Silas stood on the gravel drive, his leather valise heavy in his hand, looking up at the stone edifice that was to be his final sanctuary. The house did not welcome him; it merely absorbed...
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