The Wolves of Whitmore Hall

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The snow fell on Whitmore Hall like ash on a grave. Thomas Whitmore stood at the window of his study and watched the white silence descend upon the Yorkshire moors. At seventy-eight, he had learned to read weather the way other men read faces. This was no ordinary storm. It was the kind that swallowed sound, the kind that made even the wind hold its breath. He pulled his threadbare coat tighter...

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