The Distant Promise

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The rain had not stopped for three days, and the silence of Blackwood Manor had grown so dense it felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums. I am Elara, thirty-two, and I have spent the last two years maintaining this estate as if I were a monk tending a shrine, driven by an obsessive devotion to the memory of my brother, Julian, who died here eighteen months ago. My concrete...

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