The Wistful Witness
The banquet hall of the Ashworth estate, a sprawling Victorian monstrosity of stone and stained glass, was not merely a venue for the upcoming gala but a living, breathing entity that seemed to pulse with a dark, anticipatory energy, its high vaulted ceilings echoing with the phantom sounds of centuries past and the heavy, suffocating weight of secrets that had long since been buried beneath...
0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews