The Last Watcher of Frostvale
I. They cast me out on a Tuesday, which was fitting, for Tuesdays had never done me any favors. The Blackwood family—my father's family, the family I had never truly belonged to as a second son—decided I had become a burden. My brother inherited the estate. My father inherited his silence. I inherited nothing but a trunk of useless books and a ticket to London. I found myself in a room in...
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