The Distant Legend

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2026-08-18 15:56:12 -

The smell of the house was not of dust, but of preservation, a thick, cloying scent of formaldehyde and dried lavender that clung to the back of my throat like a secret I was not permitted to speak. I had returned to the Ashworth estate for the final time, not as a guest, but as an auditor of the last living things in the building. My commission from the Department of Antiquarian Integrity was...

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