The Iron Heir
ACT I The Ashes of Inheritance The rain fell on Yorkhill like a judgment. Thomas Blackwood stood at the edge of the grave, his black coat heavy with water, watching the earth swallow what remained of his father. The coffin was too small for the debts it carried. Around him, the creditors and distant relatives formed a semicircle of black umbrellas and sharper tongues. They did not come to...
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