The Pale Shadows
The rain had turned the gravel road into a slurry of grey silt, and the engine of my sedan groaned under the strain of the ascent, the vibration traveling up through the steering wheel and into the bones of my forearms, a physical manifestation of the resistance I felt in every fiber of my being as I drove toward the estate that was supposed to be my sanctuary but had become a tomb for the...
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