The Faded River
Elara’s fingers dug into the damp earth of the cellar floor, her nails blackened with the grit of her father’s forgotten estate. The silence here was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against her eardrums, broken only by the wet, rhythmic sucking of water draining away from the walls. She had come to measure the room one last time, desperate to prove its dimensions to the solicitor who...
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