The Distant Journey

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The damp in the cellar of Ashworth Hall did not smell of rot, but of iron and old blood. Thomas Bradshaw, the estate’s steward for twelve years, knelt in the darkness where the stone floor met the earth, his breath misting in the cold air. He was not there to clean; he was there to dig. The debt was a physical weight, a stone in his chest that had grown heavier since Elias’s fever broke three...

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