The Gilded Cage of Belvoir
The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the stained-glass windows of Ashworth Hall like fingers impatiently tapping on a door that would not open. Clara Bellweather stood at the library window, watching the storm tear through the Yorkshire countryside. Behind her, the fire had burned down to embers. The house was too large, too quiet, too full of things that belonged to a...
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