The Echo of the Bone
The manor of Blackwood stood on a cliff overlooking the grey Atlantic, its architecture a jagged silhouette against a bruised sky. Silas walked through its halls with a limp that sounded like a ticking clock—a rhythmic, bone-on-bone scrape that seemed to wake the house itself. Silas's leg was not a simple injury. It was the result of a "treatment" he had undergone years ago in a forgotten...
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