The Prima Materia
The library of Wentworth Hall had not been opened in forty years. Not because the books were valuable—they were, in some cases, very valuable, but more often they were just old and damp and smelling of mildew—but because Edgar Wentworth, the seventh baron, could not bring himself to enter a room that reminded him so strongly of what his family had lost. The house was large and empty and...
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