The broadcast tower on the ridge above Portmeirion had been silent for eleven years, but Elara Vance still heard it — not through her ears, exactly, but through the old radiators, the brass fixtures, the water pipes that ran through the stone walls like veins through a body she was only beginning to understand.
She had inherited the cottage from a great-uncle she barely remembered: Julian...
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