The Distant Promise
The great house of Blackwood Manor stood not merely upon the hill but within the earth itself, a sprawling architecture of stone and shadow that seemed to breathe with the slow, rhythmic heave of the surrounding moors, its turrets piercing the perpetual gray twilight like the spires of a drowned city rising from the depths of time. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and old...
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