The Faded Road
The rain has not stopped for three days, and the water has risen to cover the lower steps of the estate, turning the manicured lawns into a murky, breathing lake that reflects the grey, unyielding sky above. You stand in the library, the air thick with the smell of old paper and damp wool, holding the brass key that your mentor, Elias, pressed into your palm just hours before the fever took...
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