The Distant Whispers

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The air in the foyer of Blackwood Manor did not smell of dust or decay, as I had expected for a structure abandoned for three decades, but of hot syrup and wet earth, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of my throat and made my teeth ache with a sudden, unbidden hunger. I adjusted the strap of my tool bag, the leather creaking under the weight of my hammers and chisels, and looked up...

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