The Faded Photograph
The fog that rolled in from the Channel did not merely obscure the coastline of Kent; it swallowed the very concept of distance, wrapping the dilapidated manor house of Ashworth Hall in a shroud so thick that the iron gates seemed to float in a void of grey water, and within that suffocating silence, the old man, Elias, stood by the window, watching the rain streak the glass like the tears of a...
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