The Faded Apartment

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You wake with the taste of ash in your mouth and the heavy, wet silence of the old manor pressing against your eardrums. The room is cold, the kind of cold that settles in the bones and refuses to leave, but you do not shiver. You are too busy listening to the scratching in the walls. It is a sound like nails dragging across slate, rhythmic and deliberate. You know this house. You have known it...

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