Eleanor Gray Part 1 – The Arrival The rain had begun long before Anna reached the edge of the village. It was not the sudden monsoon torrent of her childhood stories, but a relentless English drizzle that sank deep into her coat, her shoes, even her bones. She tightened her grip on the worn leather suitcase, her grandmother’s initials still faintly etched on its brass clasp, and tried to steady her breath as the taxi pulled away, leaving her alone on the narrow country lane. Before her, shrouded in mist, rose the house. It was not a mansion—though once, perhaps,…