The Distant Affair

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The boy’s name was spoken by the wind, or perhaps by the stone itself, a low vibration that rattled the teeth before it settled into the marrow. Elias stood in the center of the cellar, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting lilies, holding a pestle of black basalt that seemed to weigh more than his own body. Above him, the manor house of the Ashworth family creaked in the...

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