The Faded Road
The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, grey mist that clung to the heavy oak beams of the Blackwood Manor, a structure that had stood on the hillside for three centuries, its stones worn smooth by the hands of countless generations, a place where the very air tasted of damp earth and old secrets, and it was here, in the drafty corridor where the wallpaper peeled away like...
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