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Whispers in Silence

Reverend Benedict Ashford was a vicar unlike any other. His presence was commanding, yet his voice was never heard. He moved through St. Augustine’s parish like a ghost—watching, listening, writing—but never speaking. Mute since childhood, he had built a world within the ink of his sermons, where words flowed as effortlessly as breath. Yet, in the presence of others, silence clutched at his throat. An invisible shackle forged from fear and grief.

For years, he toiled under the weight of an unseen burden, his brilliance stolen by the very man who should have guided him. Rector Edward Llewellyn, a man of sharp wit and dulled morality, had made a reputation from Benedict’s words. Blackthorn Hollow’s congregation adored the Rector’s eloquence, unaware that the beauty of his sermons did not spring from his own mind. Benedict, ensnared by duty and his own paralyzing dread, allowed it.

But the arrival of Miss Eleanor Thornton would stir the stillness. A governess with a quiet strength and secrets of her own. Eleanor was not one to shrink before the weight of Blackthorn Hollow’s unspoken truths. She came to care for the Rector’s young kin, but it did not take long for her keen eyes to fall upon the Vicar in the shadows.