The-Glass-Anchors

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The-Glass-Anchors

The Glass AnchorsThe fog had not lifted from the Dover cliffs since Eleanor Whitfield arrived at Woldingham Manor, and she suspected it never would. It clung to the hedgerows like wet wool, to the stone walls like a second skin, to the memory of her father voice like a thing both precious and unbearable.Three months. It had been three months since the funeral, three months since the solicitor...

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