The Distant Whispers

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The woolen cloak of my predecessor, Sir Aldous Vane, hangs still upon the rack in the entryway, a heavy, moth-eaten grey thing that seems to absorb the scant light of the hall. It is not merely a garment; it is the skin of the office, the physical vessel in which the will of the Crown is woven into the fabric of the local manor. I have worn it for three days now, and it has begun to fit not...

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