The Dark Wood
Act I: The Summons The fog came down from the moors at four in the morning and swallowed the whole hill. Arthur Pendelton stood at his window in Trinity College and watched it consume the garden paths, the elm trees, the iron gate—each thing disappearing into a world of white and silence. He had been awake since midnight, waiting. The letter had come that afternoon, sealed with black wax and...
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