The Echo of a Lost Heart

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The rain in London did not fall; it descended as a heavy, grey shroud, clinging to the soot-stained bricks of Blackwood Manor. Arthur stood by the window, his reflection a pale ghost against the glass. At twenty-four, he inherited a house that felt more like a mausoleum than a home, filled with the scent of old parchment and dying lilies. Then came Elena. She arrived on a Tuesday, claiming to...

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