The White Serpent of Blackwood Hall

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The fog had settled over the Yorkshire moors like a shroud, and Dr. Henry Whitmore felt it in his bones before he even reached the gates of Blackwood Hall. The storm had been building since noon—a proper Yorkshire tempest, the kind that makes the old stone walls groan and the ancient oaks bend like supplicants. By the time he turned his collar up against the rain and pushed through the iron...

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