The Distant Whispers

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The air inside the stone cellar of the Holloway estate did not smell of damp earth or rot, as one might expect from a place buried so deep beneath the frost-bitten roots of the old oak trees, but rather of a cloying, sweet decay, a thickening perfume of overripe plums and fermented honey that clung to the back of the throat and refused to be dislodged by the sharp, cold draft leaking in from...

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