The Cursed Gratitude
I. Lord Ashworth had always believed in the old ways. Not the church-going sort, nor the polite society rituals of Mayfair, but something deeper—something that lived in the roots of the ancient oaks that surrounded his Yorkshire estate. When he inherited Blackwood Manor after his brother's death in the Crimea, he did not see it as a burden but as a return to something true. The manor sat at the...
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