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... ged with time and mold clung to every stone, stood a derelict townhouse wrapped in mist. The locals called it Widow Bellamy’s Place, though no one alive claimed to have seen the woman herself in decades.
The fog never lifted there.
While the rest of the city woke to sun or rain, the Bellamy house remained cloaked in a soft, silvery vapor—thick enough to muffle footfalls, thin enough to invite curiosity. But every soul who stepped into that haze... was never quite the same after. ...
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