The Distant Affair
The rain lashed against the stained glass of the manor house with a ferocity that seemed less like weather and more like a physical assault, a relentless battering ram against the ancient stone that had stood for six centuries since the time when my great-grandfather first laid the foundation stones with hands stained by the soil and the blood of the earth itself, and I stood in the center of...
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