The Faded Guest
The house stood at the edge of the moor, a solitary stone sentinel against the gray sky, and within its walls, the air was thick with the scent of dried herbs and the quiet, persistent decay of wood. You lived there with your wife, Elara, a woman whose devotion to you was so absolute, so consuming, that it felt less like love and more like a gravity that held you in place, preventing any drift...
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