The Gentleman of Blackwood
## Act I — The Golden Boy Thomas Blackwood stood at the window of his small room in the Whitmore mansion on Beacon Hill, watching the Boston harbor through a curtain of November rain. At sixteen, he had already learned the art of standing quietly in corners—of being present without being noticed, of helping without being asked, of loving without being told to. The room was modest compared to...
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