The Fractal Lure
(V-09: Gothic Style) The Blackwood Manor stood on a cliff overlooking the churning grey Atlantic, a jagged tooth of stone and ivy. Inside, Isabella lived in a gilded cage of velvet and silence. She was the last of her line, a woman whose only company was the wind and the portraits of ancestors who seemed to judge her every breath. The madness began with the wallpaper. In the east wing, a...
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