The Wistful Silence

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The iron gate of the Whitmore estate groaned against the rusted hinges as the carriage wheels crushed the gravel, a sound that felt less like an arrival and more like the final exhalation of a dying beast, settling into the cold November air that carried the scent of damp earth and the distant, acrid tang of coal smoke from the factories beyond the hedgerows. I stood on the porch, my hands...

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