The Distant Journey
The rain had been falling on the estate of Lord Ashworth for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the boundaries between the manicured lawns and the dark, weeping elms, and I stood in the center of the grand hall, my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the weight of the silk sash around my waist like a noose of gold and crimson, watching the servants move with the silent,...
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