The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, grey mist that settled into the pores of the old stone walls of Ashworth Hall, dampening the very memory of the hearth. Inside the library, a room that had once been a sanctuary of light and learning, the shadows were long and possessive. They pooled in the corners like spilled ink, waiting for a sound, a shift in the wind, or the...

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