The Wistful Ashes
The iron gates of the Whitmore Estate, which had once stood as a testament to the unyielding pride of the industrial age, now groaned under the weight of a silence so profound it seemed to possess its own physical mass, pressing against the eardrums of the boy who stood before them, his small hands trembling not from the chill of the October wind but from the terrifying, electric anticipation...
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