The Faded Chronicle

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The manor stood at the end of the long drive, a skeleton of stone and iron against the gray sky. It was a place that breathed. Not with wind, but with something older, something that settled in the lungs like ash. Margaret walked the hallway, her heels clicking a steady rhythm on the polished floor. The wood was worn smooth in the center, a path carved by decades of feet that had walked toward...

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