The Golden Farce
The rain in 1893 did not wash the Blackwood estate clean; it merely slicked the grime, making the decay of the manor shine with a wet, oily sheen that clung to your coat and seeped into your boots. You are Elias Thorne, a private investigator whose reputation is built on the cold, hard logic of missing persons and stolen goods, but you have never encountered a case where the house itself seemed...
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