The Faded Ruin
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the manor house and turned the stone path into a slick, treacherous slide where the mud sucked at one’s boots with a sound like a dying animal. Elias Vane stood at the window of the study, his back to the room, watching the water streak down the glass, his fingers tracing the condensation until his...
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