The Faded Dust
The fire did not begin with a spark, nor with a gust of wind, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums of every soul trapped within the high stone walls of Blackwood Manor. It was a silence that had grown over centuries, accumulating in the corners of the tapestries and settling into the cracks of the flagstone floors, until the very air inside...
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