The Harrow Testament
Copyright© 2025 by Eric Ross
Epilogue: The Testament
Fiction Story: Epilogue: The Testament - They thought it was just a haunted house. But the Harrow House doesn’t feed on fear—it feasts on secret desires. As old wounds surface and forbidden temptations rise, the line between terror and longing dissolves. Fear burns off like fog, replaced by touch, heat, and surrender. The Harrow Testament is a gothic confession of aching bodies, unraveling minds, and pleasures too strong to resist.
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Mark well these Stones; for they were not laid to ease the Weary, nor to solace the Merry. This House was reared for Confession, tho’ no Priest abideth here. Its Altar is Flesh, its Scripture Breath. It drinketh not of Blood, but of Secrets, and waxeth fat upon Words never meant for Light. Thus it endureth—patient as the Earth, hungry as the Grave; keeping fast what is spoken, coveting what is withholden. Whether I gave it Voice, or only answer’d when it call’d, I cannot rightly say. Yet this I know: Silence it will never abide.