The Distant Summer

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The flood came not as a roaring tempest but as a silent, creeping tide that swallowed the lower manor house in the dead of night, lifting the heavy oak beams and carrying them away like dry twigs in a stream, leaving you stranded in the uppermost tower room with nothing but the damp chill of the stone and the suffocating weight of the silence that followed the water’s receding. You are Eleanor,...

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