The Housekeeper's Shadow
The fog came in on the first of November, as it always did in Yorkshire. It seeped through the cracks in the window frames, curled around the iron bedposts, and settled into the stone floors of Blackwood Manor like a slow poison. Lydia Gray arrived with that fog. She stood in the hallway with her small trunk at her feet, looking up at the staircase that spiraled into darkness above. The walls...
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