The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain against the windowpane of the Blackwood estate did not fall; it hammered, a relentless, industrial drumming that vibrated through the thick glass and into the marrow of Eleanor’s bones. She stood before the mirror, her hands gripping the edge of the vanity so tightly that her knuckles turned the color of old parchment. The reflection staring back at her was not the woman who had walked...

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