The Golden Visit
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a scream that tore through the heavy, woolen silence of the manor house, a sound so raw and human that it silenced the wind rattling the leaded panes of the Great Hall. Thomas Ashworth stood frozen in the threshold of his study, the thick leather-bound volume of herbal preparations trembling in his hands, his knuckles white against the cover, as the...
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