The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not fall on Blackwood Manor so much as it seeped into the very marrow of the stone, a persistent, wet cold that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth even when he was wrapped in his thickest wool sweater. It was November of 1924, and the house was growing again, the east wing stretching an inch longer overnight, the corridors widening until the footsteps of the housekeeper echoed with a...

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