The Distant Journey
Elara. The name was called out from the top of the stairs, a dry, papery sound that drifted down into the damp basement like a leaf stuck in a gutter. It was not a summons of welcome, but of correction. You looked up from the ledger, the ink still wet on the page, and saw the shadow of a figure blocking the narrow staircase. It was Mr. Halloway. He did not come down the stairs. He stood in the...
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