The Monster and the Butterfly

The Monster and the Butterfly

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Whitechapel, London 1894. Sophie Wickes and her family struggle to survive, melancholy eats away at her father more and more with each passing day, and her passion for cultivating flowers brings no income. She must swallow her pride and set aside her hatred for England's aristocracy when she's offered a chance of employment by the reclusive Lord Edgar Cushing to tend the gardens of his Rosenthorne Hall. However, the estate, its gardens, and their master is nothing what Sophie expected. The house? Rotting, dilapidated, hideous. The gardens? The husk of something alive, whimsical, beautiful. The master? Faceless, nothing more than a voice from the shadows. Though her heart is filled with fear and anger, Sophie becomes enthralled by the garden's mystic, untainted beauty and she develops a close friendship with the Lord Cushing, despite him being nothing but a mere whisper of darkness. However, whatever enchantment the gardens and Lord Cushing's voice bring her shatters as she begins to receive nightly visitations from a crooked-jawed phantom and butterflies who's wings whisper of a bloody past and the truth behind the faceless Lord Cushing's gentlemanly masquerade. ~~~ 2nd Draft!! Will Update EVERY SUNDAY!!
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They called you a witch. They made you disappear. But your story didn't vanish with the smoke. I never knew you. And yet, I carry your name on my tongue like a secret I was never meant to speak. The lies they told still echo in our forest, in the halls of the castle, in the eyes of those who fear the truth. But I will find it. Piece by piece. Even if it means losing myself along the way. Because if the world dared to silence you, then it's my voice they'll hear next.

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