The Iron Sight of Blackwood

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The cellar door groaned on rusted hinges, and Edward Ashworth descended into the cold dark with nothing but a tallow candle to guide him. The air below was thick with the smell of damp earth and something older—something that had seeped into the stone over three centuries and would not be shaken loose by any living hand. He was twenty-four years old, and he had come to Blackwood Manor because a...

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