The Obsidian Locket and the Secrets of Ashwood Manor
The scent hit Elara first—a heady, intoxicating blend of petrichor clinging to damp slate, old beeswax polish, and the faint, sweet decay of overripe plums. It was the signature aroma of Ashwood Manor in late October, a fragrance that always felt like an embrace from a forgotten relative. She stood at the grand, wrought-iron gates, … Read more