The Beast in the Dark

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The fog rolled off the moors like a shroud, thick and cold, wrapping the abandoned mill in a damp embrace that seeped through stone and bone alike. Arthur Winthrop found her there on a Tuesday in November, curled in the corner of the ruined flour room where the great stone wheels had once turned. She was wrapped in nothing but a threadbare shift, her skin the colour of old parchment, her hair...

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