The Faded Ruin
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the skin of the house and the skin of your body with equal, suffocating tenacity. You stood in the center of the grand hall, the one they called the Atrium of Echoes, and you felt the weight of the silence pressing against your eardrums. It was a quiet so profound it had texture, a thick velvet that muffled the...
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