The Shapeshifter of Thornfield Moor
Chapter One The wind howled across Thornfield Moor like a thing denied its prey. Eleanor Blackwood stood at the window of the cottage she had rented on the edge of the village, her reflection ghostly against the glass. Three months she had lived here, three months of pretending to be a widow named Eleanor Carruthers, three months of waking each night with her bones aching as though something...
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