The Count of Blackwater Manor
The Count of Blackwater Manor PART ONE: THE SUMMONS (20%) The fog that rolled off the Thames that November tasted of coal smoke and river mud. Clarissa Starling pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders as the hansom cab rattled over the cobblestones of Mayfair. She had left the Yorkshire village three days ago, and already London seemed a world away from the quiet parsonage where she had...
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