The Distant Journey
The collapse of the east wing was not a sudden event but a slow exhalation, a surrender of timber and mortar that had held the weight of centuries until, on a Tuesday morning in late October, the air simply gave way. Eleanor Vane stood in the center of the Grand Hall, her feet planted firmly on the original oak flooring which was now tilting at a precarious angle, watching as the dust motes...
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