The Faded Ruin
The house shook. Not an earthquake. Something deeper. The floorboards groaned like a dying beast. Elias clutched the railing. The dust fell in gray snow. He coughed. The air tasted of iron and old paper. He was in the attic. His hands bled. He did not feel it. "Get down!" The voice came from below. Muffled. Angry. "Who is that?" Elias called out. His voice cracked. "Stay where you are!" The...
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