The Distant Promise

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The cold in the cellar of Blackwood Manor is not merely a temperature, but a physical weight that presses against your skin like a wet wool shroud, settling into the hollows of your spine and the crevices of your knuckles, where it waits, patient and ancient, to claim what little warmth remains of you. You sit on the bare stone floor, your back rigid against the damp wall, your eyes fixed on...

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