The Moss-Grown Silence
The Blackwood estate did not just decay; it rotted with a slow, deliberate intention. Ada lived in the heart of this ruin, a woman whose spirit had become as fragile as the lace curtains that shielded her from the sun. Her husband, Silas, was a man of the old world, a patriarch who believed that a wife was a piece of furniture—meant to be seen, but never to speak. For years, Ada had existed in...
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