The Distant Temple
The great house of Blackwood Manor did not so much stand upon the hill as it clung to the earth, its stone bones fusing with the ancient shale in a marriage of decay and endurance that had outlasted the kings who built it and the generations who had forgotten their names. It was a place where silence had weight, a heavy, velvet drapery that smothered the wind and muffled the footsteps of the...
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