The Yellow Gentleman of Moorhall
Colonel Alistair Blackwood first saw it at dusk, sitting on the stone wall that divided his new property from the moor. It was the colour of dried heather and old gold, sleek and still, with a pale collar of fur that caught the last light like a cravat. Alistair paused in the act of driving his cart up the lane, reins in hand, and watched it watch him.It did not flee. It did not move at all,...
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