The Smirk at the Gate
There is an estate at the edge of all maps. You will not find it by traveling. You arrive by failing elsewhere. The estate is not a refuge. It is a taxonomic exhibit. Its grounds are curated not by a gardener, but by a ruthless, unconscious taxonomist. Here, the Dullahun rides its pointless perimeter, a headless […]
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