The Distant Promise

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The heavy oak door of the manor groaned in its frame, a sound that echoed through the dust-choked halls like the sigh of a dying beast, and Arthur Penhaligon stood on the threshold, his hands trembling not from the biting cold of the November wind that whistled through the broken panes of the estate, but from the sheer, suffocating weight of the years that had compressed the air in his lungs...

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