The Sunset of the Gentry

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The manor of Ashworth Hall sat like a wounded beast upon the rolling hills of Derbyshire, its grey stones weeping with the damp of a thousand English winters. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax, old leather, and the slow, inevitable rot of a class that had forgotten how to serve. Lord Julian, the last patriarch of the Ashworth line, lay in a bed of heavy velvet. He was a man of...

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