Can a silence be so deep, it develops a sound of its own?
Elias sought that silence in the cavernous halls of the Blackwood estate, a place he had inherited but never truly known. For thirty years, the house had stood dormant—a tomb of shrouded furniture and layered dust. On his first night, standing in the grand foyer, the air was cold and heavy, tasting of decay as moonlight cast skeletal sh...
