The Echoes of Trauma

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The manor of Blackwood stood like a jagged tooth against the bruised purple of the Yorkshire sky. It was a place of weeping willows and wind-howling corridors, where the air always tasted of salt and old iron. I had come to this house not as a guest, but as a prisoner of my own memory. I was Colonel Alistair Thorne, a man who had spent a decade in the scorched plains of the East, leading the...

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