The Shadow of the Hearth
The house did not just sit upon the hill; it brooded. Blackwood Manor was a skeletal remains of a dynasty, its porches sagging like tired eyelids and its walls weeping a slow, black sap. Silas lived in the cellar, a place of damp stone and ancestral silence, where the air tasted of copper and old grief. Silas was the last of the Blackwoods, a man born with a stutter and a soul that felt like a...
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