The Distant Wound
The carriage wheels ground against the gravel of the northern approach, a sound like the dragging of heavy iron chains across a frozen lake, as Silas Vane brought the vehicle to a halt before the looming, gray silhouette of Blackwood Manor, a structure that seemed less built by human hands and more exhumed from the boggy earth of the moor, standing as a testament to a time when power was...
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