Trumpet's Haunting
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Last published Tue, May 23, 2017
It is so many years ago in the year of our Lord 1871, and I'm still not sure what occurred on this estate during the early hours of that morning. An icy wind tore at the eaves and rocked the rafters like a dilapidated dinghy on the violent sea in the heaviest of squalls. Moans of pain filled the halls with torment and dread, for we all knew that death was coming for my beloved wife Gerda.
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