The Foundling of Blackwood Hall
Act I: The BeginningThe winter of 1842 was the coldest Yorkshire had seen in forty years. The moors were buried under three feet of snow, and the wind howled through the cracks in Blackwood Hall like a chorus of the damned. Arthur Blackwood had not meant to find the boy. He had only meant to walk the half-mile to the workhouse to discuss the parish poor rate with the overseer. But on the return...
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