The Faded Bouquet
The house did not scream when it died; it simply stopped breathing, a great, heavy exhalation that sucked the air from your lungs and left the silence ringing in your ears like a high, thin wire stretched too tight. You were standing in the hallway of the Blackwood estate, the one you had inherited from a aunt you barely remembered, a woman whose laughter had once filled these very rooms with a...
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