The Distant Promise
The house does not remember you, or perhaps it remembers you so deeply that it has become a stranger, a hollowed-out husk of the family estate that your grandfather built with his own bleeding hands and a heart full of promises he never kept, and you are standing in the foyer of that decayed grandeur, the air thick with the scent of wet rot and old paper, your breath misting in the cold draft...
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