The Fox on the Moorland
The rumors about her had been circulating through the Yorkshire village for three weeks before Thomas Blackwood ever laid eyes on Eleanor Vance. They called her a widow, though nobody knew from whom or when. They said she had arrived at dusk on a rain-soaked evening, carrying nothing but a single leather trunk and a shawl of some strange, impossibly soft fabric that caught the lamplight like...
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