The Wistful Mirror

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The house did not whisper; it argued. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the library, the air thick with the scent of decaying oak and the low, rhythmic thrum of a sound that had no source, a vibration that seemed to rise from the floorboards themselves. He had come to Harrowgate Manor to secure the estate, to prove that his late brother Julian was not the sane man the lawyers claimed he was,...

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