Love, lust and madness at Twilight Manor

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Oh the nurse’s crazed cries after dark, the blood red roses sprouting in the corridors, the blood spills from under doors into the hall, the wingèd creatures populating the sultry night sky. Oh Anna, my love, whom I lost to Twilight Manor, depraved Dr. Roonstone and lop-shouldered sidekick Lem Bloke.

– James Steerforth

Note
An attempt to cram a gothic tragedy with some of the typical elements into a total of 50 words.

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About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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