The Faded Dust
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of gray water that blurred the edges of the world until the distinction between the house and the fog outside ceased to exist. Inside the sprawling, decaying Victorian manor of the Holloway estate, the silence was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums and settled in the marrow of the...
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