The Distant Legend
The whisper started before you even crossed the threshold, a low, static hum that vibrated in the marrow of your teeth. You stood in the driveway of the Holloway Manor, the morning fog clinging to the ivy like a wet shroud, and you knew with a cold, clinical certainty that the town had found a new way to break you. Your sister, Martha, had died three years ago, leaving behind an estate that the...
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