The Silent Menagerie
The fog of the Peak District didn't just hide the landscape; it swallowed the soul. Blackwood Manor sat atop a jagged cliff, a monument to a family that had forgotten how to love. I arrived as a distant cousin, invited to settle the estate of my uncle, Dr. Alistair Blackwood. The house smelled of formaldehyde and old paper. In the basement, behind a heavy oak door, I found the Menagerie. There...
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