The Distant Journey
The morning the house began to fall, Elias Vance watched his father’s carriage kick up a cloud of wet, yellow dust as it disappeared down the gravel drive. Arthur Vance, the estate manager for twenty years, did not look back. He had left a specific instruction, his voice tight with a fear he could not name, to keep the facade of stability for Mrs. Vance, who lay in the upstairs bedroom, her...
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