The Frozen Ghost
Act I: The Arrival The rain in London did not fall; it clung to the skin like a damp shroud. Clara stood at the iron gates of St. Jude’s Academy, her black dress absorbing the grey light of a dying November. She was the "Frozen Ghost," a title earned not through malice, but through a silence so absolute it felt like a physical wall. Her family’s name, once etched in gold on the halls of...
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