The Mirror of Blackwood Hall
I. The letter arrived on a Tuesday in October, carried by a postman who would not meet Elinor Blackwood's eyes. It was written in the cramped, anxious hand of her solicitor in Leeds, and it contained two pieces of news: her uncle had died—suddenly, as all deaths in the Blackwood line seemed to do—and with his death, Blackwood Hall had become hers. Elinor sat at her small desk in the rented...
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