The Asylum at Blackwater Manor
ACT I: THE ARRIVAL The letter came on a Tuesday, sealed with Henry's family crest—a black wolf rampant on a field of silver. I broke the wax with my thumb and read the first line: I have secured us a retreat from the Yorkshire chill. Dr. Pemberton recommends it for your constitution. My fingers went cold. Not a retreat. An instruction. Blackwater Manor stood at the end of a mile of gravel...
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