The moor wind had been howling for three days before Arthur and Thomas disappeared into the forbidden ground.
Lady Seraphina Vane heard them fall at dusk. She was in the library of Blackwood Hall, reading by the light of a tallow candle that sputtered and smoked, when a sound came up from the earth itself—a thud, then a cry, then silence. She set down her book. She had known this day would come. The moor was not meant for men who carried greed in their pockets. Arthur Blackwood had not meant to...
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