The Half-War of Blackwood Hall

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The fog came in early that autumn, thicker than any September fog Margaret had ever known. It curled around Blackwood Hall like a living thing, pressing against the stained-glass windows until the rooms inside took on a permanent twilight quality. Margaret stood at her bedroom window on the third floor and watched it swallow the garden path stone by stone. The letter had arrived three days ago....

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