The Pale Exile
The house did not scream when it died, which was perhaps the most terrifying part, for you had always believed that structures of stone and oak would possess a voice, a final, resonant exhale that would explain the sudden, violent unraveling of the air itself, but there was only a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums, a silence that was not an...
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