The Distant Affair
The dream was always the same, a recurring fracture in the mind of Sir Julian Ashworth, a magistrate of the Crown in the twilight of the King’s reign. He stood in the center of the Great Hall of his ancestral home, a fortress of grey stone that had watched over the valley for three centuries. The walls were not merely stone; they were living things, breathing with the damp chill of the earth,...
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