The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-17 14:48:33 -

The house did not breathe. It did not creak. It sat in the center of a field that had no horizon, a sprawling Victorian manor made of pale stone that seemed to drink the light rather than reflect it. Margot stood on the porch, her feet bare against the cold flagstones, and she knew, with a certainty that settled into her marrow, that the house was waiting for her to decide. She was fifty-four....

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