The Cage of Ashes
The storm came without warning. It struck the Yorkshire moors like a wrathful god, tearing at the thatched roofs and driving rain through every crack in the stone walls. Dr. Arthur Pemberton rode his horse as fast as he could through the deluge, his lantern swinging wildly in the gale. The village elder had sent for him—his wife was dying, and there was nothing else for it but a doctor, however...
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