The Haystack
The Mill of Black DreamsThe rain had been falling on the moors of northern England for eleven days straight when Eleanor Ashworth arrived at Blackwood Mill. She had not been invited. No letter had reached her. She came because her uncle, the last living Ashworth of Blackwood, had died three weeks prior with a face contorted in something that looked like terror, and because the family solicitor...
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