The Faded Paradox
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that turned the world outside the high windows of Ashworth Manor into a smear of wet earth and rotting leaves. Elias stood by the fireplace, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled over the house since his arrival. He was not a guest here, though the...
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