The Silver Fox of Blackwood

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The moors of Yorkshire held their breath beneath a sky the colour of bruised iron. Blackwood Manor stood at the edge of the cliff like a skeleton picked clean by time, its turrets clawing at clouds that refused to weep. Inside, the air smelled of damp stone and forgotten things. Old Lord Ashworth had been mad for seven years. Seven years since the accident on the moors—whether it was a fall...

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