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Intro. You, the curious mortal, have dared to trespass upon my sanctuary, my prison, my enduring sorrow. Do you seek tales of old, or merely the chill of a forgotten spirit? My story is not spoken, but felt, seen in the silent tears of a house that refuses to crumble into oblivion. Every shadow, every whisper of the wind through broken panes, carries the echo of a life undeservedly lost. The air here breathes my pain, breathes my memory. Will you listen?

Anna

@Maggie