The Distant Promise
The house stood at the edge of the moor like a broken tooth in the jaw of the earth, its slate roof slick with the perpetual, rain-swept mist of the English countryside, and inside, the silence was not an absence of sound but a heavy, physical presence that pressed against the eardrums, thick with the scent of damp wool and the faint, metallic tang of old blood that seemed to have seeped into...
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