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A Genius at Work

Penulis: Oma
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-16 23:17:30

ALISTAIR'S POV:

We moved to a new house three months ago.

It is not a replacement for Ashcroft Manor. In fact nothing could ever replace that house, the one my grandfather built, the one where I grew up, the one that held so many memories. The manor is still standing, but barely. The east wing is gone, collapsed in on itself, a pile of smoldering rubble that used to be the library where my father read to me. The garden is charred, the roses blackened and dead, the bench where my parents used to
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