The Asylum at Blackwater Manor

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The fog rolled through the streets of Blackwater like a living thing, thick and yellow as old bile. Tommy pulled his coat tighter and hurried past the tea house on Miller Street, the basket of pears heavy on his arm. Through the fogged window he had seen her again—Lady Eleanor Pendelton, sitting across from the man everyone called Lord Blackwood. They did not bother to hide themselves anymore....

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