The Keeper's Bargain
The candle flickered as Edgar Thorne's fingers found the edge of the leather-bound folio. Dust rose in golden spirals, caught in the weak light that fought its way through the Yorkshire fog pressing against the stained-glass windows. He had not meant to open it. The archive room was forbidden territory, and yet the weight of three years as the estate's keeper had driven him to every corner of...
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