The Distant Whispers

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The candle guttered. It was the only light in the hall. Margaret held the wick steady. Her hands trembled. Not from cold. From hunger. The walls of the manor breathed. They exhaled dust. They exhaled time. She pressed her ear to the oak door. Silence. Then a scratch. The Manor of Ashworth was not a home. It was a cage. The roof sagged. The beams groaned. Every night, the house settled into its...

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