The Distant Journey

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2026-08-23 01:54:40 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey weeping that seemed to seep through the very stones of Harrowgate Manor, settling into the joints of my bones and the damp wool of my socks. I sat at my desk in the study, the ink in my well nearly dry, staring at the ledger that had consumed my life for the last decade, when the door creaked open and Thomas, the head gardener, stood...

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