The Ledger of Broken Shadows
The manor house at Blackwood stood like a rotted tooth against the grey sky of New England, a place where the wind didn't blow so much as it sighed with the weight of a thousand forgotten secrets. I came here not as a guest, but as a liquidator, tasked with sorting through the ruins of a life that had been lived in the service of an invisible master. The master was a man named Li, a scholar of...
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