The Ashwood Covenant
The Ashwood Covenant The road to Ashwood Manor was unpaved and lined with oaks so old they looked carved from the same darkness that filled the sky above them. Claire Beaumont's rental car navigated the ruts with the cautious respect one reserves for a grave. She had come from Chicago with a press pass, a notebook, and a story that would make her name. The magazine editor who had given her this...
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