The Faded Guest
The truck idled in the gravel drive, its diesel engine coughing smoke into the chill October air. Elara Vane stepped out, her boots crunching on the loose stones that lined the path to the front door. She was thirty-two, a structural engineer by trade and by temperament, a woman who believed that every fracture could be calculated, every weakness braced, and every failure predicted. The estate,...
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