The Distant Affair
The iron gate shudders. You push against it. The hinges scream, a sound like tearing silk, echoing off the cold stone walls of the old estate. Rain slicks your coat. Your breath comes in short, sharp bursts. You are not here to save anyone. You are here to find the truth. Or so you tell yourself. The air tastes of wet earth and decay. Lord Ashworth stands at the threshold. He does not draw a...
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