The Last Light at Blackwood Manor

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I. The ice cracked with a sound like a pistol shot. Arthur Blackwood did not fall. He sank, as one sinks when the world has already collapsed beneath you and the surface is merely the last illusion to shatter. The Scottish wind howled across the moors, carrying with it the smell of peat and salt and something older than either—the cold, ancient cold of places where no living thing had trodden...

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