The Faded Apartment

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The wind did not howl so much as it exhaled, a long, shuddering breath that moved through the broken shutters of the manor and settled upon my shoulders like a cold hand, pressing against the heavy wool of my tunic which had seen better days and stiffer winters. I stood in the center of the great hall, the floorboards beneath my feet groaning under the weight of the silence that had gathered...

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