The Distant Nightmare
The rain had been falling for three days without pause, turning the mud around the foundation of the old manor into a slick, black mirror that reflected nothing but the grey, bruised sky above, and I stood at the threshold of the great oak doors, my boots sinking deep into the mire as I watched the last of the servants carry their bundles into the waiting carriage, the heavy silence of the...
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