The Faded Bouquet
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to the wool of my coat and seeped into the marrow of my bones. I stood alone on the ridge above the valley, the wind tearing at the edges of my mind with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like an accusation. Below me, the estate of Blackwood Manor sprawled in the darkness, its windows glowing with...
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