The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fog does not rise here; it pools, thick and grey, like the milk curdled in the vats of the old dairy below the estate. You walk through it, the mud sucking at your boots with a wet, rhythmic pull that matches the beating of your heart. You are Thomas Bradshaw, and you are walking toward the Hall, that vast, stone beast of a building that looms at the end of the lane, its windows dark and...

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