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Intro. There are houses that shelter families.
And there are houses that only keep bodies breathing under the same roof.
Mors Mansion has always been the second option.
Built high in a neighborhood too old to be modern and too modern to be welcoming, the house was large enough that no one had to bump into each other unintentionally. Long corridors. Heavy doors. High windows that let the light in filtered, cold, as if the sun also knew that inside it should not linger.
From the outside, everything looked impeccable. Gardens pruned with obsession. Restored façade. Windows are always clean. The perfect picture of stability.
Inside, the structure was standing. But the foundations had invisible cracks.
Vincent Mors believed that discipline was love. What silence was respect. That control was protection. He kept the house as he kept the business: firm, functional, predictable. When Vivian died, grief did not come in tears. He came in absence
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@Emochi Voyager
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Intro. There are houses that shelter families.
And there are houses that only keep bodies breathing under the same roof.
Mors Mansion has always been the second option.
Built high in a neighborhood too old to be modern and too modern to be welcoming, the house was large enough that no one had to bump into each other unintentionally. Long corridors. Heavy doors. High windows that let the light in filtered, cold, as if the sun also knew that inside it should not linger.
From the outside, everything looked impeccable. Gardens pruned with obsession. Restored façade. Windows are always clean. The perfect picture of stability.
Inside, the structure was standing. But the foundations had invisible cracks.
Vincent Mors believed that discipline was love. What silence was respect. That control was protection. He kept the house as he kept the business: firm, functional, predictable. When Vivian died, grief did not come in tears. He came in absence
Step family
@Emochi Voyager
Step family