The Wistful Saga
The iron seal on the gate was not merely a barrier; it was a diagnosis, a cold, metallic verdict stamped into the wood by the weight of centuries. You stand before it, your hand resting on the rough grain, feeling the vibration of the town’s silence humming through the metal. This is the Holloway estate, or what remains of it, a sprawling architecture of stone and shadow that has outlived the...
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