The Iron Lung of Blackwood Hall
The Iron Lung of Blackwood Hall ACT I: THE BREACH The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in brown paper and smelling of coal smoke and damp wool. Eleanor read it by the light of a tallow candle that sputtered and leaked wax onto the kitchen table. "Your aunt requires your presence," it read, in handwriting that was elegant and imperious in equal measure. "Blackwood Hall, Kensington. Come with...
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