The Distant Affair
The letter lay on the desk, its edges soft from handling, the ink still wet where the seal had been broken. Thomas Bradshaw read it again, his voice flat and devoid of the deference that usually marked his presence in the study, as if the words were merely a list of inventory rather than a threat to the very soul of the house. He demanded the immediate release of the ancestral archives, citing...
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