The Distant Promise
The parchment lay on the oak table, its edges brittle and curled like dry leaves, listing every nail, hinge, and shutter in the estate of Blackwood Manor. Elias read the list aloud, his voice thin and trembling against the heavy silence of the hall, while the Matron stood behind him, her shadow stretching long and distorted across the floorboards by the light of a single, unlit candle. He...
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