The Wistful Letter
Blackwood Manor does not breathe; it waits. You are Elias Thorne, and you have come to kill a ghost, or so you tell yourself. The year is 1893, though the calendar on the wall seems to have forgotten the century. Lord Vane is wasting away, his flesh peeling back from bone like parchment in a fire, and you are here to save him. Or so the contract states. The truth is simpler and colder. The food...
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