The Faded Apartment
The feast was held in the great hall of the old manor, a place that had stood for centuries before it was deemed too heavy for the modern world, too much of a burden for the living to carry, and so we gathered there, my husband and I, surrounded by the ghosts of the aristocracy who had once walked these halls, their whispers hanging in the air like the scent of stale wine and rotting wood, and...
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