The Distant Summer

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the Blackwood estate with a persistent, rhythmic indifference that seeped into the bones of the house, turning the plaster walls into a damp, breathing skin. Thomas Ashworth stood in the center of the grand hall, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the cold seep through the soles of his boots. He was a man who...

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