The Faded Sutra
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, weeping veil that suffocated the jagged silhouette of the Blackwood Estate, a crumbling Victorian monstrosity that clung to the cliffside like a barnacle on a ship’s hull, its windows dark and hollow, staring out at the churning sea with the patience of something that had long since stopped expecting salvation. Captain Elias Thorne...
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