The Echo of a Beating Heart

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The rain in the outskirts of London did not fall; it lingered, a grey shroud that clung to the limestone walls of Blackwood Manor. Arthur stood by the ancient well in the courtyard, his reflection in the dark water a ghost of the man he once was. Ten years had passed since Eleanor vanished into the fog of the Crimean War, yet the silence of the house remained a screaming void. He had lowered...

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