The seal gave way with a sound like a dying man's last breath.

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Lord Edmund Ashworth stood in the doorway of the Black Vault, a tallow candle trembling in his gloved hand, and felt the cold of two centuries rise up to meet him. The air was thick with the smell of wet stone and something else—something sweet and coppery, like roses left too long in a closed room. Above him, the Yorkshire moors howled their perpetual complaint against the sky, but down here,...

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