The Keeper of the Hollow House
The Keeper of the Hollow House The fog rolled off the moors and swallowed the road whole. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of Blackwood Estate's iron gates and watched it move, thick as wool, cold as a graveyard. He had been the steward of this house for eleven years, and in eleven years he had never seen the fog so thick, so alive, as if the moors themselves were breathing. Inside the gates, the...
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