The Distant Nightmare

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"The house is breathing, Master Thomas. Can you not hear it?" The voice of the old steward, Silas, came from the shadows of the corridor, low and rattling like dry leaves skittering across stone. Thomas Bradshaw did not look up from the ledger he was balancing on his knee. He was a man of middling height, with hands that had never known the comfort of softness, only the callus of ink and the...

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