The last beacon at Blackwood Manor
The letter arrived on a Tuesday in October, delivered by a postman who would not cross the threshold of Blackwood Manor. It sat on the hall table for three days, wrapped in brown paper and sealed with wax the colour of dried blood, until Edgar Blackwood broke it open in the library, by the light of a single tallow candle. The lawyer's handwriting was precise, almost clinical. The estate had...
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