The Archive of Rust and Regret
The Blackwood Estate did not just decay; it rotted with a sentient malice. The manor was a skeletal ruin of grey stone, sinking slowly into the emerald sludge of the Louisiana bayou. Here, the air was a thick soup of jasmine and decomposition, and the only music was the rhythmic croaking of bullfrogs in the reeds. Silas had been a man of forbidden sciences. In his final years, he had attempted...
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