The Last Light at Blackwood Hall
ACT ONE: THE TOUCH OF COLOR The antique shop on Drury Lane smelled of dust and forgotten things. Edgar Blackwood stood before a display case, his blind eyes fixed on nothing, his fingertips pressed against the glass. The shopkeeper, Mr. Pemberton, cleared his throat. "You've been here twenty minutes, sir. The collection I mentioned is upstairs." Edgar did not move. "Tell me again about the...
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