The Moss-Man of Blackwood Manor
The air in the Lowlands did not flow; it stagnated, a thick, humid soup of peat and decay that clung to the skin like a wet shroud. At the center of this oppressive landscape sat Blackwood Manor, a skeletal ruin of grey stone and rotting timber that seemed to be sinking slowly into the mire. For Caleb, the manor was not a home, but a prison. The bastard son of a disgraced lord, Caleb was the...
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