The-Silicon-Tree
The Silicon Tree The storm came in from the moors like an old anger, shaking the leaded glass of Blackwood Manor's western windows until Arthur Winsley could not tell whether the vibration came from wind or something deeper in the earth. He had not slept properly since Margaret's funeral three months prior—a matter of days, his doctor said, but Arthur knew better. Grief was not a matter of...
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