The Distant Machine
The letter lay upon the heavy oak desk, its seal unbroken, a small and final testament to the silence that had already begun to consume the household of the Ashworth estate, where the air hung thick with the scent of dried lavender and the fading warmth of a hearth that no longer served its purpose. Margaret sat before it, her hands folded in her lap with a stillness that was not peace but...
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