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The silence in Blackwood Manor was not empty; it was heavy. It sat in the dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light and pressed against the tall, arched windows.

"I fixed you," the voice whispered, right against his ear. He felt a phantom brush of hair against his cheek. "You were rotting away like the floorboards. I couldn't let you crumble. I held you together. I kept the time outside from getting in." arabella rose stay

"Stay."

But he knew, as he felt the unnatural steady rhythm of a heart that would not slow down for decades, that he was the one who would never truly leave. He was a fragment of her house now, wandering the world, ageless and haunted, waiting for the day he would have to return to the only place where he fit. The silence in Blackwood Manor was not empty; it was heavy

"Arthur."