The House That Fell
ACT I: THE AWAKENING The fever took him on a Tuesday in October. Eight-year-old Edward Blackwood lay burning in his narrow bed at Blackwood Hall, his skin the colour of hot copper, his breath coming in shallow gasps that rattled like broken glass. The family physician pressed a cold cloth to his forehead and shook his head at his mother's imploring eyes. He was gone by midnight. They laid him...
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