The Wistful Skyline
The heavy iron key turned in the lock with a sound like a bone breaking, a sharp, final click that echoed through the damp stone hallway of the manor. Thomas Ashworth did not look back at the garden, where the autumn leaves were already surrendering their color to the mud, but kept his eyes fixed on the small, ornate bowl sitting on the oak table in the center of the room. It was a vessel of...
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