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The Ashwood Circle
At the edge of Ashwood Forest, just beyond where the fireflies thinned and the brambles crept like eager fingers, there stood a ring of scorched stones. The Ashwood Circle. To…
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The Sealed Room
They told Eleanor never to touch the door at the end of the east wing. The old estate was riddled with peculiarities — creaky floors that moaned in winter, fireplaces…
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The Salt Line
The first thing Mira noticed when she stepped off the battered ferry was the smell.Not the usual briny breath of the ocean, but something rancid — salt and rot, woven…