Williams Manors

I grew up between these stones.
Whenever the northern wind rattled the windows, I knew: the past was stirring.
Walking through the towers, I always felt like a pair of eyes was watching.
But I was never afraid.
Because this house gave me more than shadows - it gave me direction.

This is not a manor.
This is the voice of a bloodline.
Sometimes it speaks in whispers, sometimes in silence.
Every room is a moment in time; every door, a different decision.

Life here was never easy.
But it taught me who I am.
The weight of my name, the echo of my lineage, the power of silence...

A writer friend of mine put these walls into words.
Some of it he imagined - some of it I lived.
Where truth begins and fiction ends... I no longer know.

But here's what I can tell you:
This story is still being written.
And I'm still here.

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