The Distant Whispers

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The chandelier at Harrowgate Manor burned with a brittle, expensive light, casting long, jagged shadows across the faces of the men who gathered in the grand hall. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the room, his spine rigid, feeling the weight of their gaze like a physical pressure against his chest. He was forty-five, a man whose hair had begun to thin at the temples, his fingers stained...

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