The Serpent's Daughter
The moors of North Yorkshire did not care for strangers, and they cared even less for Eleanor Hartley. At eighteen, she had learned to move through the gray villages like a shadow—present but unseen, heard but not listened to. Her dark hair and deeper eyes marked her as different in a place where everyone bore the same pale skin and wind-chapped cheeks. They said she was cursed. They said she...
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