The Distant Whispers

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The air in the great hall of the Ashworth Estate hung heavy with the scent of roasted pheasant and damp wool, a thick, cloying mixture that seemed to settle in the lungs of every guest who lingered too long near the fire. It was a night of such opulent, suffocating warmth that the frost rattling against the leaded windows felt like a distant, irrelevant threat, a whisper of the cold world...

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