The Distant Legend

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The cellar smelled of wet stone and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. We were gathered there, the whole of the Ashworth household, beneath the floorboards of the manor, while above us the rain lashed against the roof like a thousand angry fists. My father, Silas, stood in the center, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes fixed on a point in the darkness that only he could see. He was a...

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