The Well of Blackthorn

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The storm had been building since dawn. By midnight, it was tearing at the roof tiles of Blackthorn Manor like a thing desperate to get in. Arthur Blackthorn stood in the library with a candle, watching the rain lash against the stained glass windows. The manor had been his family's for three hundred years. Now it was little more than a crumbling shell held together by debt and pride. He had...

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