The Faded Ruin
The plaster on the ceiling of the foyer is peeling in long, dry strips, hanging down like the skin of a dead man. You stand beneath it, the final eviction order in your hand, the paper soft and damp from the humidity that soaks the walls of the Holloway estate. The State designated this manor a "Decay Zone" three months ago, citing structural hazards that no private engineer could confirm. You...
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