The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The air in the basement of the Whitmore estate did not smell of damp or decay, but of something far more cloying, a thick, sweet rot that hung in the stagnant air like a visible shroud, wrapping around the lungs of anyone who dared to descend the narrow, spiraling staircase that corkscrewed down into the earth. Margaret stood at the bottom, her feet sinking slightly into the dark, viscous mud...

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