The Haunting of Ashworth Manor
I.The iron gate groaned as Thomas pushed it open, the sound echoing through the Yorkshire moors like a death knell. Ashworth Manor loomed before him, a skeletal silhouette against the bruised twilight sky. Ten years. Ten years since he had last stood on this accursed ground, and yet the memory of Emily's laughter still haunted every shadow.The estate agent had called it a opportunity. A chance...
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