The Distant Promise

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The smell of wet wool and old paper hit you before you even looked up from the ledger, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to settle into the pores of your skin, and then you saw him standing in the doorway, Julian Halloway, his face a tight mask of aristocratic disdain as he adjusted the cuffs of his charcoal suit. You were Elara, thirty-two, the estate’s only living employee, and you had spent...

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