Because now I knew how to describe the hollow atmosphere that haunted Enver’s castle. How to explain the darkness and melancholy etched into the stone walls. To explain the dust on the unused furniture. The dozens of seats at the dining table that only ever hosted one occupant. The chill that clung to every corner. The stillness that permeated every corridor. The quiet that blanketed the air. Loneliness had cast its dark shadow over every possible inch of his castle, transforming it into a shell of what it should have been. A loneliness reflected from the man who ruled over it. Enver was
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