The Faded Ruin
The orchard in the back of the estate did not grow fruit so much as it grew silence, a thick, green hush that settled over the manor house of the Ashworths like a shroud. In the high, damp air of the valley, where the mist clung to the eaves and the cobblestones were perpetually slick with the breath of the earth, there was a singular tree that stood apart from the rest, a gnarled and twisted...
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