The Wistful Mountain

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The iron gate shrieked in the wind, a sound like a dying animal, and I stood in the mud of the driveway, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, overwhelming weight of the silence that had finally fallen over the estate of Blackwood Manor. It was not the silence of peace, nor the quiet of a library, but the heavy, suffocating hush of a tomb that has just been sealed, the air...

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