The Distant Whispers

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The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a silence so profound it seemed to suck the air from the cellar. Margaret stood at the top of the stairs, her hands trembling not from the heat that was beginning to rise, but from the sudden, terrifying clarity that had settled over the household of Blackwood Hall. The smell of ozone and burning pine resin curled around her ankles, a physical...

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