The Golden Claw
The Golden Claw ACT I The candlemaker's hands were the colour of old wax, and they shook when he thought no one was looking. Thomas Harrow was twenty-eight years old and already carried the weight of a man forty, which is to say he carried it silently and with his shoulders hunched, as though expecting something to fall on them. The moor wind that morning was the kind that gets inside your ribs...
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