The Pearl in the Dark
The Yorkshire moors stretched endlessly before Edward Ashworth, a landscape of heather and stone that had haunted his dreams since childhood. At forty-seven, Edward had already amassed a fortune in textile mills, but wealth meant little to a man whose family had no title, no lineage, no claim to the aristocracy he coveted. He wanted more. He wanted his son William to sit in Parliament. He...
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