The Distant Promise
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray veil that blurred the edges of the estate and turned the stone walls into slick, dark mirrors. Inside the main hall of Ashworth Manor, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and the faint, metallic tang of old blood that seemed to linger in the floorboards. Elias stood by the fireplace, his hands trembling slightly as he...
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