The Distant Summer
The rain lashed against the leaded panes of the Blackwood Estate, a rhythmic, violent drumming that seemed to vibrate through the very foundation of the house, shaking the dust from the high, vaulted ceilings and rattling the crystal chandeliers that hung like frozen waterfalls from the plaster above. Inside the grand dining room, the air was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant, heavy red...
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