The Distant Whispers

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The rain has been falling on the slate roof of the Ashworth house for three days, a relentless, grey drumming that makes the silence inside feel heavy and wet. You are sitting in the library, the room that used to be your father’s sanctuary, now a mausoleum of dust and unfinished arguments. You hold the book in your hands, the leather spine worn soft by generations of careful, anxious touch. It...

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