A Novella – Victorian Gothic Erotic Horror
This is the story of Mercy Dove.
This is a story of secrets.
They hide in the wainscoting where the paint flakes; they slip behind the silk wallpaper. They whisper to the mistress under cover of nightfall. She knows little else; they are her comfort and her curse.
This is a story of corruption.
Of the mind, and the flesh. It sits thick in the air, gathering in corners, loitering at keyholes. Adhering to all who visit, it leaves with them, trailing from their coattails.
This is a story of scandal.
Infamy, seduction, and lust. It hovers like a murder of crows, circling the grounds waiting for the invited – the unwitting.
Take a seat; the curtain is about to rise… Let us begin at the end.