The Distant Affair
The house did not simply stand upon the hill; it leaned, a great grey sentinel of stone and slate that had weathered centuries of indifferent rain, its windows dark as the pupils of blind animals, watching the fog roll in from the valley below with a silence so profound it seemed to possess a weight, a physical density that pressed against the chest of any who dared approach. Inside, in the...
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