The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The morning light fell through the high, arched windows of the Whitmore estate in a pale, dusty shaft, illuminating the motes that danced in the stagnant air like suspended ghosts, and it was in this quiet, oppressive silence that Colonel Arthur Whitmore found himself standing before the heavy oak door of the family vault, his hand resting on the cold iron handle, feeling the weight of a...

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