The Distant Journey

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2026-08-22 03:31:27 -

The rain had not ceased for three days, turning the clay roads of the Cotswolds into a slurry of brown mud that clung to the hem of my dress like a persistent, dirty secret. I stood at the threshold of the manor house, watching my husband, Thomas, load the last of the heavy crates into the carriage, his back broad and steady against the grey sky. He did not look up. He did not need to. We had...

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