I noticed, first, the dust motes dancing in the light as I walked through what must have been the library.
The carpets had begun to fade and ebb away, and items were strewn about as though the last occupants had fled at but a moment’s notice. I found a discarded wax seal on the desk – emblazoned with the family’s crest. A once glorious family, the owners of this house had now faded from local recollection. All that remained was the crumbling shell of their grand home.