The Distant Promise
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel drive of the Ashworth estate into a slick, black river that reflected the dying light of the afternoon. I stood at the threshold of the grand foyer, my boots caked in mud, my uniform still bearing the scent of ozone and copper from the shift I had just left behind. The house was a beast of stone and shadow, a Victorian monstrosity that...
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