The Distant Legend

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The dream is always the same: my brother Julian’s face, pressed flat against the wallpaper of the dining room, his eyes wide and wet, screaming without sound. I wake before the scream reaches my throat, the sweat cold on my back, the taste of copper and rot heavy in my mouth. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, and for thirty years I have been the housekeeper at Blackwood Manor, a role that demands a...

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