The Faded Ruin
The stone archway still stood where the library used to be, a skeletal grin of carved limestone against a sky the colour of tarnished silver. Elias Vane stood at the edge of what his grandfather's family had once called Ashford Hall, and counted the windows that no longer existed with his eyes alone. Sixteen on the west wing. Fourteen on the east. The north façade had gone entirely in the flood...
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