The Faded Dust
You arrive at the estate of Silas Vane under a sky that has forgotten how to be blue, a bruise of violet and ash hanging low over the moor. The carriage wheels rattle over the gravel, a sound like bones grinding in a shallow grave, and you step down into a silence so profound it feels heavy, a physical weight pressing against your eardrums. You are the investigator, the man sent by the Guild to...
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