The Well of Blackmoor
The Well of Blackmoor ACT I: THE ARRIVAL The drought had lasted three years, and with it had come a silence so profound that the wind itself seemed afraid to stir the dust. The moors of Blackmoor were cracked and brown, the hedges dead as bones, and the single well that had sustained the village for four hundred years yielded nothing but mud and the faint, metallic scent of something long...
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