The Faded Guest
The house did not merely stand; it endured, a vast and silent monolith of stone and timber that seemed to breathe with the slow, rhythmic expansion and contraction of the centuries, its windows dark like the pupils of a beast that had long since ceased to see but continued to watch, and it was into this profound and unyielding silence that Arthur Penhaligon stepped, his boots sinking into the...
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