The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the windows of the manor house, blurring the world into a watercolor smear of indeterminate shapes. Elias Thorne stood in the corridor, his hand resting on the cold iron of the banister, feeling the vibration of the house itself. It was a low hum, like a cello string bowed in a distant room. He was not a man who...

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