The Distant Whispers
The air in the house had always been different. Not haunted — that was the word people used when they visited, when they stood in the hallway of the old Georgian townhouse on Harley Street and felt the particular stillness that lived there like an old tenant. Not haunted. Just distant. As though the walls had absorbed something over two centuries that no living ear could quite reach. Eleanor...
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