The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, wet rhythm against the high, narrow windows of the old manor house, a sound that seemed to seep into the very mortar of the walls. You stood in the center of the drawing room, your hands clasped behind your back, feeling the damp cold settle into your bones. The house was silent save for the storm and the ticking of the...

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