The Faded Portrait
The bell in the tower of Blackwood Manor did not ring; it screamed, a thin, metallic shriek that tore through the heavy, stagnant air of the great hall. It was a sound that belonged to no human throat, a vibration that seemed to rattle the very stones of the medieval fortress, shaking the dust from the high, vaulted ceilings where cobwebs hung like the ghosts of forgotten prayers. In the center...
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