The Faded Photograph
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel path into a slurry of mud and broken leaves that clung to the boots of the travelers. It was a grey, suffocating kind of weather, the sort that pressed against the glass of the manor windows as if trying to peek in, and it suited the mood of the house perfectly. The estate of Blackwood Manor sat isolated on a hill, surrounded by...
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