The Faded Chronicle

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The silence in the hall of the Ashworth manor was not empty, but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums and settled deep in the marrow of the bones. It was a silence born of waiting, the kind that accumulates over years like dust on a high shelf, undisturbed until the air shifts with a sudden, violent gust. Thomas stood by the window, his hands resting on the cold stone...

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