The Whisper of the Weeping Willow
(V-12: Gothic Style) The manor of Blackwood stood like a jagged tooth against the bruised purple of the Highland sky. It was a place where the wind didn't just blow; it wailed, carrying the echoes of a century of grief. The house was built on a foundation of salt and sorrow, and its halls were lined with the portraits of ancestors whose eyes seemed to follow you with a mixture of pity and...
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