The Wistful Ashes
The humidity in the corridor was not merely a physical state but a living entity that pressed against the skin of Elias Thorne, a boy of eleven whose lungs felt like they were being slowly crushed by invisible hands as he stood before the heavy oak doors of the Sub-basement, a space that existed below the foundations of the Whitmore estate in a way that defied the architectural blueprints his...
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