The Wistful Silence

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The fog did not roll into the valley of Blackwood Manor so much as it bled out of the earth, a thick, gray miasma that swallowed the stone foundations and the iron gates in a suffocating embrace. It was the winter of 1893, a year that felt less like a passage of time and more like a stagnation, a held breath that threatened to snap the lungs of anyone who dared to exhale. Elias Thorne stood in...

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