The Root of Dread
The moors of Yorkshire are a place of secrets, where the fog clings to the earth like a damp shroud and the wind howls with the voices of the dead. Julian had inherited Blackwood Manor, a decaying pile of grey stone that sat atop a hill, overlooking a valley of stunted heather and black peat. The manor came with a ruin—an ancient, stone-lined well that had been dry for a century. And it came...
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