The Corpse Bride of Blackwood Manor
I The fog clung to the Yorkshire moors like a shroud on the night Edgar Blackwood returned to Blackwood Manor. Three weeks had passed since the letter arrived, three weeks of restless travel and mounting dread. His sister Isabella was dead, the letter said, taken by the plague that had swept through the village like a scythe through wheat. But the letter had been written by the village priest,...
0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 5 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen