Elias arrived at dusk. The wrought-iron gates groaned in protest as he pushed them open. The manor was a sprawling gothic beast of ivy-strangled brick and stained-glass windows that looked like unblinking eyes.
He spent three days running through the shifting corridors. He saw rooms filled with gold that turned to ash when touched, and hallways that stretched for miles in the blink of an eye. He found his uncle’s glasses sitting on a side table that looked suspiciously like a human ribcage. Maniero di Mystwood
He realized then what the Tithe meant. The house required a —someone to keep its secrets and maintain its physical form, or it would collapse and spill its darkness into the world. Elias arrived at dusk
Elias took a heavy brass key from the journal and inserted it into the clock. He wound it tight, the gears screaming as they ground against decades of rust. With a thunderous tick , the house shuddered. The fog outside pulled back. The shifting walls grew still. He spent three days running through the shifting corridors
Elias arrived at dusk. The wrought-iron gates groaned in protest as he pushed them open. The manor was a sprawling gothic beast of ivy-strangled brick and stained-glass windows that looked like unblinking eyes.
He spent three days running through the shifting corridors. He saw rooms filled with gold that turned to ash when touched, and hallways that stretched for miles in the blink of an eye. He found his uncle’s glasses sitting on a side table that looked suspiciously like a human ribcage.
He realized then what the Tithe meant. The house required a —someone to keep its secrets and maintain its physical form, or it would collapse and spill its darkness into the world.
Elias took a heavy brass key from the journal and inserted it into the clock. He wound it tight, the gears screaming as they ground against decades of rust. With a thunderous tick , the house shuddered. The fog outside pulled back. The shifting walls grew still.