The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-18 16:22:00 -

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, grey curtain that erased the boundary between the garden and the sky, soaking into the very bones of the manor house where Major Thomas Bradshaw stood with his back to the door, his hands still trembling from the weight of the iron poker he had used moments before. The air in the study was heavy with the scent of wet wool and old paper, a...

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