The Governess of Thornfield Hall

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The fog clung to the Yorkshire moors like a shroud, and Clara Whitmore pulled her shawl tighter as the carriage rattled over the rutted road. Thornfield Hall loomed ahead through the mist—a grey stone structure with tall, narrow windows that looked like hollow eyes watching her approach. She had not wanted this position. At twenty-three, with a father dead and a mother long gone, she had no...

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