The Distant Nightmare
The rain that has been falling for three days does not wash the world clean but rather presses a thick, gray shroud over the estate, blurring the edges of the ivy-choked walls and turning the cobblestone driveway into a slick, dark mirror that reflects nothing so much as the void of your own exhaustion. You are here, in this house that breathes with the damp chill of centuries, because you are...
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