The Distant Whispers

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The fire in the hearth of the old manor house was so bright that it seemed to be eating the darkness, consuming the shadows until they dissolved into a warm, honeyed haze that smelled of roasted chestnuts and ancient dust. I sat in the corner, my hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold, watching the flames dance with a rhythm that felt like a heartbeat, a slow and steady...

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