The Whispering Flute

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The Whispering Flute The Yorkshire moors at night were not places for the living. Fog clung to the heather like a shroud, and the wind carried sounds that might have been voices if one chose to believe in such things. Thomas Blackwood knew this, as every schoolteacher in the village knew it, but he had no choice. The road from Haworth was three miles through open moorland, and his cottage stood...

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