Maniero Di Mystwood -
Elias backed away, but the door he had entered through was gone. In its place was a wall of smooth, cold stone. The manor was shifting, rearranging its organs like a hungry predator.
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. Maniero di Mystwood
The interior was a labyrinth of frozen time. Dust motes danced in his lantern light, settling on velvet furniture and portraits of ancestors whose gazes seemed to follow his every move. In the grand hall, a massive stood silent, its pendulum locked in place. Elias backed away, but the door he had