The rain had not ceased for three days when the seven heirs of the Wintworth fortune gathered at Blackmoor House.
Edgar Winterworth was seventy-eight years old and had served as the family's ledger-keeper for fifty-two years. His hands, thin as parchment, trembled slightly as he opened the great oak ledger that had been passed down through four generations. The candlelight flickered across the pages, illuminating entries written in three different hands over three centuries of accumulated wealth and...
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