Blackwood Manor

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Summary

​This is the deepest reach of minds, the very pits of hell. Here, every filth is draped in a shroud of deception. Adulteries, murders, and thefts are laundered, one by one. This place bears no resemblance to the world where sunlight filters through dense trees. We thrive on malice here; we are sustained by evil. You call them "human," but we call them demons. ​Welcome to Blackwood Manor. ​Sorrowful spirits roam the corridors of this estate, where magnificent walls rise high. Champagne overflows from goblets, And every poison is sipped from silver spoons. This is Blackwood Manor. Unless the Lord wills it, not even a bird may fly over its peaks. As the cold air of England fills the lungs... ​One enters this manor through a desolate path. Grand, elegantly wrought iron gates swing open. A small warning: the gates are always inviting, Yet it is not always a pursuit of good intent. ​Welcome to Blackwood Manor. ​Secrets lie beneath this soil, contrary to the dead. Welcome to Blackwood Manor. Does it harbor a killer, or does it absolve one? In time, you shall learn. Remember, the most securely guarded secrets Are those that never escape your lips. ​Welcome to Blackwood Manor. ​Be careful, do not get caught. And believe nothing that I have told you.

Status
Excerpt
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

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This is the deepest reach of minds, the very pits of hell.

Here, every filth is draped in a shroud of deception.

Adulteries, murders, and thefts are laundered, one by one.

This place bears no resemblance to the world where sunlight filters through dense trees.

We thrive on malice here; we are sustained by evil.

You call them "human," but we call them demons.

Welcome to Blackwood Manor.

Sorrowful spirits roam the corridors of this estate, where magnificent walls rise high.

Champagne overflows from goblets,

And every poison is sipped from silver spoons.

This is Blackwood Manor.

Unless the Lord wills it, not even a bird may fly over its peaks.

As the cold air of England fills the lungs...

One enters this manor through a desolate path.

Grand, elegantly wrought iron gates swing open.

A small warning: the gates are always inviting,

Yet it is not always a pursuit of good intent.

Welcome to Blackwood Manor.

Secrets lie beneath this soil, contrary to the dead.

Welcome to Blackwood Manor. Does it harbor a killer, or does it absolve one?

In time, you shall learn.

Remember, the most securely guarded secrets

Are those that never escape your lips.

Welcome to Blackwood Manor.

Be careful, do not get caught.

And believe nothing that I have told you.



Welcome back to my new story preview : Blackwoid Manor.

My first language is Turkish. And the second one is English.

Officially I'm writing this story in Turkish.

But I'm gonna upload the english version here.

Hope you like it, see you at th Blackwood Manor.

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