The Forgiven Curse

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I.The Yorkshire moors in November wore their worst face: iron-grey sky pressed down upon heather-blackened earth, wind cutting through wool and skin alike. Arthur Blackwood, thirty-six, hunter of the moors, tracked a wounded fox into a hollow between two limestone ridges. The fox was gone—limped off hours ago, he knew—but something else held his attention now.A body.Not an animal. A man.He lay...

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