The Serpent and the Witch
The Serpent and the Witch ACT I The moor wind did not knock. It simply entered, as though the manor had never existed at all and the wind had only mistaken it for something else. Eliza Thornfield stood in the window of the third-floor chamber and watched the grass bend toward the horizon in waves the color of tarnished silver. She was nineteen years old and had not spoken to another human being...
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