The Distant Whispers

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the grounds of the Ashworth Estate into a soup of mud and grey stone. Elias stood alone on the gallery, his uniform immaculate despite the damp that seeped into the bones of the old manor. He was a man of few words, a former soldier who had traded the chaos of the front for the quiet, suffocating order of the household staff. His hands, rough and...

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