The Faded Apartment
The wind did not howl; it screamed, a high, thin note that seemed to vibrate directly against the bones of the sky, stripping the last few tenacious leaves from the skeletal oaks that lined the road to the Blackwood estate. Elara stood in the center of the intersection, her small hands locked around the handle of a rusted iron gate that had long since lost its hinge, watching the storm that was...
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