The Distant Affair
The iron gates of the Ashworth estate did not so much close as they suffocated, the heavy clank reverberating through the marrow of young Elias’s bones like the tolling of a bell for a corpse not yet buried. He stood in the center of the grand hallway, a space that felt less like a home and more like a lung inflated to the point of rupture, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and the...
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