The Shadow over Thornfield
The gate at Thornfield did not open so much as surrender. Clara pulled it and the iron groaned, a sound like an old man clearing his throat before telling a lie. Beyond it, the drive wound through a tangle of magnolia and rot, disappearing into trees that had grown too tall and too close together, their branches forming a ceiling that blocked out the sky and let in only a greenish, sickly...
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