The Echo of the Moors

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The rain in North Yorkshire did not fall; it besieged. For Arthur, the gray expanse of the moors had become a mirror of his own mind—featureless, cold, and suffocating. He had come to the ancestral estate to escape the whispers of London, but the silence here was louder, a screaming void that echoed the failure of his lineage and the rot in his soul. He stood at the edge of the peat bog, the...

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