The Wistful Witness
The banquet hall was a cathedral of noise and candlelight, suspended in the heart of the modern wilderness where the highway had carved a wound through the ancient pine forest. We were gathered to honor the memory of the estate, a sprawling Victorian manor that had stood for two centuries, its walls thick with the breath of generations who had loved and hated within their stones. I stood at the...
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