The Shadow of Wickerthwaite

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The fog that autumn in Yorkshire did not so much roll in as descend, a living thing that swallowed the moors and left the great stone house of Wickerthwaite perched like a skull upon the hill. Eleanor Ashworth stood at the drawing-room window, her breath fogging the glass, watching the last of the light dissolve into the grey. She was twenty-eight, widowed for three years, and had learned that...

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