The Guardian of the Green Silence
(Gothic Poetry) The manor of Blackwood sat on the edge of a forest that the locals refused to enter after sunset. Clara was the last of her line, a woman of pale skin and obsidian eyes, who spent her days wandering the overgrown gardens of her ancestors. She lived in a state of perpetual autumn, where the leaves never fully fell and the wind always sounded like a distant choir. One midnight,...
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