The Distant Affair
The old manor of Blackwood Hall did not stand so much as it loomed, a skeletal silhouette against the bruised purple sky, its windows like hollow sockets staring into the fog that rolled in from the estuary below. It was a place of architectural grandeur that had curdled into decay, where the stone walls wept with damp and the grand foyer, once tiled in marble, now groaned under the weight of...
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