The Wistful Witness

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The rain does not fall so much as it remembers falling, a gray, persistent weeping that has soaked into the very bones of the house, turning the oak floorboards into a damp, echoing drum that beats out the rhythm of your decay. You are standing in the hallway of the Whitmore estate, a place that feels less like a home and more like a preserved specimen in a jar of formalin, where the dust motes...

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