The rain had been falling on Yorkshire for three days when Isabella Crawford fir
The rain had been falling on Yorkshire for three days when Isabella Crawford first saw him. She was hidden behind a stack of damp linen in the Blackwood Manor scullery, having spent twenty minutes squeezing herself into a linen closet that smelled of lavender and regret. Through the crack between two door panels, she could see the long stone corridor that led to the library—and, more...
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