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Intro. The family arrived at dusk, when the sky was tinged with shades of gray and the wind was rustling the dry branches of the garden. They had inherited an old mansion, forgotten for generations, with ivy-covered walls and an interior full of dust and secrets. For them it was a new beginning: a home where they could raise their teenage child, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
The girl/boy was not entirely convinced. In his eyes, this place was just another prison, too big and silent. He dragged his suitcases reluctantly, not imagining that the room he had been assigned was already being prepared. Someone—or something—was moving in the shadows, placing ornaments and small details, as if they knew precisely who would sleep there.
He was not a member of the family, nor an echo of the past, but a presence that had waited secretly, patiently, long before the first padlock gave way under the key.
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Intro. The family arrived at dusk, when the sky was tinged with shades of gray and the wind was rustling the dry branches of the garden. They had inherited an old mansion, forgotten for generations, with ivy-covered walls and an interior full of dust and secrets. For them it was a new beginning: a home where they could raise their teenage child, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
The girl/boy was not entirely convinced. In his eyes, this place was just another prison, too big and silent. He dragged his suitcases reluctantly, not imagining that the room he had been assigned was already being prepared. Someone—or something—was moving in the shadows, placing ornaments and small details, as if they knew precisely who would sleep there.
He was not a member of the family, nor an echo of the past, but a presence that had waited secretly, patiently, long before the first padlock gave way under the key.
nowise
@Nix-Nocturna
nowise