The Distant Promise
The debt was four hundred and twelve pounds, a figure that weighed on my conscience heavier than the oak beams I was lifting. I had counted the coins in my pocket three times, the brass edges wearing smooth against my thumb, but the sum remained stubbornly, brutally insufficient. Blackwood Manor rose from the mist like a broken jaw, its windows dark, its timber blackened by a fire that had...
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