My voice echoed along the once busy halls of the mansion. I could feel the past all around me, but it was the distant past.
The once roaring fire was filled with nothing but black dust and the smell of burning wood had long since been replaced by that of damp and mould.
Still, the tapping sound from the refrigerator continued.
I have no idea what Lilith did to that poor soul. But for over half a decade, they have continued to tap to gain attention.
I wonder, have I gone mad from sitting here alone for all this time, or is the sound real?
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