The Boy Who Walked Alone
Liam was different. While other kids played, he took quiet walks, finding beauty in small things most overlooked. He wasn’t lonely—he simply saw the world in stories.
One evening, he passed the long-abandoned Finch Manor and noticed a light in the attic window. Curious, he paused at the gate. It creaked open on its own, as if inviting him in.
With a mix of fear and wonder, Liam stepped forward—ready to uncover the mystery waiting behind the old walls.
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