The Distant Summer

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The train whistle screamed, a jagged tear in the quiet afternoon, as Elias pulled his coat tighter against the biting wind. He stepped onto the platform at Vane Hall, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting leaves. The estate loomed ahead, a gray mass of stone and ivy that seemed to swallow the light. He had come for the ledger. He had come to destroy Lord Vane. The house was...

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