The Heir of Blackwood Manor
The rain had not ceased for seventeen days. It fell upon Manchester like a judgment, drumming against the leaded windows of Blackwood Manor with a persistence that Arthur felt in his teeth. He stood in the doorway of the study, his father's study, and watched the water trace dark paths down the wallpaper that had not been changed since 1873. Three months. Three months since his father's...
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