The Distant Ghost
The wind off the Thames carried a scent that was not quite there—a ghost of lavender and old paper, the kind that used to fill the study at Blackwood Manor before it was sold, before the war took everything, before the house became a shell of brick and empty windows staring out at a garden that no one tended. Eleanor Vane walked this path every Thursday evening, rain or shine, long after the...
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