The Wistful Show
The banquet hall of the Old Mill was not built for ghosts, but that evening, it felt as though the air was thick with them. It was a place of high vaulted ceilings and exposed timber beams, the kind of architectural bones that should have held up a roof, but instead seemed to be holding back a flood of silent, judging eyes. The room was filled with the town’s elite, their faces polished by...
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