The Parasite's Waltz (V-11: Gothic Style)
The manor of Blackwood Hall sat upon a jagged cliff overlooking a sea the color of a bruised plum. The house was a labyrinth of weeping stone and velvet curtains that smelled of dust and ancient grief. For Julian, the hall was a living organism, and he was the marrow it fed upon. His father, Alistair, was a scholar of the occult who had spent his life searching for the "Luminous Essence," a...
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