The Wistful Witness
The cold in the basement did not simply settle into the walls; it possessed them, a viscous, industrial chill that seeped through the limestone foundations of the Ashworth estate and settled into the marrow of your bones, a sensation you had long since mistaken for a symptom of your own failing constitution rather than the ambient reality of the place. You sat in the circular room where the...
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