The Shadow of Thornfield Hall
ACT ONE: THE SCAR The wind across the Yorkshire moors did not blow—it hunted. It clawed at the leaded windows of Hawthorne Hall with invisible fingers, searching for any weakness in the stone walls, any crack through which the cold might seep in and claim another soul for the winter. Margaret Elsworth stood at the top of the grand staircase and watched the storm tear across the moors with a...
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