The Shadow of Blackwood

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The snow fell without ceasing, thick and indifferent, as though the sky itself had forgotten why it wept. Arthur Pendelton stood at the threshold of Blackwood Hall, his coat thin against the Yorkshire wind, his lantern casting a trembling circle of amber light into the dark. He had come to check the east wing—again, the place where three years ago the fire had taken his mother and sister,...

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