The Garden of Recurrence
**Act I: The Rotting Manor** The manor of Blackwood sat like a bruised thumb on the edge of a dying Mississippi town. Its porches sagged under the weight of a century of humidity and secrets. Silas lived there alone, a man whose skin looked like old parchment and whose eyes held the stillness of a stagnant pond. He spent his days in a library that smelled of vanilla and decay, studying charts...
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