The Distant Journey
The great house of Oakhaven stood not merely as a residence but as a monument to the specific, rigid architecture of Edward Ashworth’s soul. For thirty years, the limestone walls had absorbed his sweat, his silence, and the heavy, damp weight of his reputation, becoming indistinguishable from the man who built them. He was a mason of sorts, though his tools were ledgers and his mortar was...
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