The Faded Ruin
The morning light entered the high, arched windows of the Ashworth estate not as a welcome but as an inspection, slanting across the polished mahogany floors to reveal the dust that settled on the spines of the banned books which lined the walls in neat, suffocating rows. Margaret stood by the window, her fingers tracing the cold glass, watching the grey sky bruise against the horizon while the...
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