The Faded Quadrant
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey veil that turned the sprawling Victorian estate of the Blackwood family into a damp, breathing entity of its own. We were gathered in the Great Hall, a space so vast it seemed to swallow sound whole, the high windows sealed against the storm outside, the chandeliers casting pools of amber light on the polished oak floors...
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