The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-18 19:56:28 -

The rain had been falling on the manor for three days, a steady, grey sheet that blurred the line between the stone walls and the sky, and inside, the air smelled of damp wool and old paper. Arthur Vane sat in his study, a room that was less a library and more a tomb for dead ideas, surrounded by shelves that groaned under the weight of volumes he had spent thirty years categorizing,...

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