The Symphony of the Shroud
(Variant V-11: Gothic / Poetic Horror) The manor of Blackwood was not a house; it was a musical instrument played by the wind. It sat upon a cliff in the English countryside, where the mist was so thick it felt like breathing wet wool. Six of us lived there—brothers born to a line of failed composers and mad poets. We were forbidden from leaving the grounds. Our father, a man who believed that...
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