The Memory of Blackwood Manor
ACT ONE: THE PARCHMENT The rain in London did not fall so much as suspend, a fine grey mist that turned everything it touched into something slightly less real. Sebastian Blackwood stood at the window of Blackwood Manor's library and watched the fog roll across the garden, swallowing the rose beds and the stone bench and the iron gate one by one, as though the world were being erased from the...
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