The Distant Legend
The iron gate of the Holloway Estate did not merely close; it swallowed the light, sealing the autumn dusk in a tight, metallic knot that vibrated against the bones of the old manor. I stood at the threshold, my uniform pressed and cold, the brass buttons catching the last dying embers of the sun that had refused to set entirely, hovering instead as a bruise on the horizon. Inside, the air was...
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