The Heir of Blackmoor Manor
The Heir of Blackmoor Manor The rain did not fall so much as it attacked the Yorkshire moors that night, hammering the heather with the fury of a heaven that had finally run out of patience. Arthur Pendelton ran anyway. He ran because the two men behind him were not running for exercise. He ran because at seventeen, he had learned that the world had no place for a boy who was not supposed to...
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