The Distant Promise
The iron gate shudders against its stone anchor, a violent shudder that travels up through the soles of your boots and settles in the marrow of your knees. You are not merely standing before the entrance of Blackwood Manor; you are being besieged by it. The night air is thick, wet with the promise of rain that has not yet broken, carrying the scent of rotting leaves and the metallic tang of old...
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