The storm battered the house with relentless fury, rattling the windows and howling through the cracks in the walls like some unseen beast. The world outside had disappeared, swallowed whole by the blackness of the night and the sheets of rain that slammed against the house, demanding to be let in. Inside, everything felt tight, suffocating—the air thick with tension, the rooms heavy with unspoken fears.
1917: A Family of Joy, Hope, Faith and Grace [Part 4]
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