The Mill of Curses
ACT I: THE CELLAR The rain had been falling on Yorkshire for eleven days when Arthur Winsworth III found the journal. He was twenty-two, illegitimate, and useful for nothing except clearing coal dust from the millpond. The family called him Artie, the way one might call a dog. His aunt Catherine never looked at him directly. The servants pretended he was furniture. The manor was cold that...
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