The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-20 18:31:04 -

The fog did not merely settle over the manor; it invaded it, threading through the keyholes and creeping up the stairs with a damp, suffocating persistence that tasted of iron and old rot, a physical weight that pressed against my lungs as I stood in the center of the grand hall, watching the dust motes dance in the faint, sickly light of the single candelabra that had been left burning since...

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