The Wistful Voyage
The carriage wheels ground against the loose gravel of the estate drive, a rhythmic grinding that seemed to echo the friction within Edith’s chest as she alighted from the vehicle, her boots sinking slightly into the damp earth of the courtyard. The air in the valley was thick with the scent of wet stone and rotting leaves, a heavy, medieval stillness that clung to the high, narrow windows of...
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