The Wistful Silence

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Elias Thorne woke with the taste of wet dust on his tongue and the weight of the Blackwood Manor’s cellar pressing against his sternum. It was a recurring dream, a heavy, suffocating thing that had followed him for twenty years since his father’s death, but this morning it felt different, sharper, as if the house itself had reached through the veil of sleep to grip his throat. He sat up in the...

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