The Distant Journey

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The carriage stopped before the iron gates of Harrowgate Manor. Thomas stepped out. His boots hit the gravel with a heavy, final thud. The air smelled of coal smoke and wet earth. It was late autumn. The leaves were brown and brittle. They crunched under his feet. He looked up at the house. It was a vast, dark structure. Windows glowed like yellow eyes in the mist. Thomas was twelve years old....

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