The Unwanted Heir
## Act I — The Foundling The barn smelled of damp straw and old iron. Arthur Pendelton knew every crack in the wall, every splinter in the floorboards, every shadow that moved when the wind came off the moors. At fourteen, he had learned to sleep with one eye open—not from fear of ghosts, but from fear of the cold. On the third floor of the Pendelton manor, above him, the family slept in beds...
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