The Distant Whispers

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The house breathed. Not with wind. Not with creaks. It breathed with a wet, rhythmic heave. The walls expanded. The floorboards contracted. The air tasted of copper and old bone. Edward Ashworth stood in the center of the hall. He held a lantern. The glass was cracked. The flame danced. He was a man of inquiry. A seeker of truth. He had come to this place to find a body. He had been told the...

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