The Golden Song
The carriage wheels groaned against the packed earth of the causeway, a rhythmic, wooden lament that seemed to synchronize itself with the slow, heavy beating of my heart as we approached the gates of Blackwood Manor, a sprawling gothic structure that loomed out of the mist like a shipwrecked leviathan stranded on the shore of a forgotten sea, its turrets piercing the low-hanging clouds with a...
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