The Pale Shadows
The cellar door slammed shut with a finality that echoed off the damp stone, sealing twelve-year-old Elias Blackwood in the dark with the smell of rot and the heavy, viscous weight of the jar in his hands. His father, Lord Aldous, did not look back as he climbed the stairs, his iron will etched into every rigid line of his rotting face, leaving Elias to tremble under the weight of the ancestral...
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