The Distant Affair
The rain had not ceased for nine days, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the boundaries between the moor and the ancient stone of the Whitmore estate, dissolving the world into a slurry of mud and memory. It was a time of year when the light seemed to retreat inward, hoarding its warmth within the hearths of the great houses while the outer world rotted slowly in the damp, a phenomenon...
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