Hideous, rotten aggressors assailed us from the shadows. Our every step unsettled the ancient earth. At last, in the salt-soaked cracks beneath the lowest foundation, we unearthed that damnable portal of antediluvian evil. With relic and ritual I meant every effort towards the excavation and recovery of those long buried secrets, exhausting what remained of our family fortune on swarthy workmen and sturdy shovels. ![]() Singular, unsettling tales suggested the mansion itself was a gateway to some fabulous, unnamable power. I lived all my years in that ancient, rumor-shadowed manor, fattened by decadence and luxury, and yet I began to tire of conventional extravagance. ![]() You remember our venerable house, opulent and imperial, gazing proudly from its stoic perch above the moor?
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