The Faded Ruin
The silence in the house was not empty; it was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums and settled in the hollows of the chest, a thick, humid fog that refused to dissipate even when the windows were thrown wide open to the gray, indifferent sky of the valley. Elias Thorne moved through the rooms with the careful, deliberate gait of a man whose joints had begun to ache in...
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