The Fog of Autumn

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The Fog of Autumn

The manor of Blackwood did not breathe; it sighed, a heavy, damp exhalation that clung to the velvet curtains and the pale skin of Clara. At seventeen, Clara was a ghost in her own home, the last remnant of a gentry family whose wealth had evaporated like the morning mist over the Yorkshire moors. Her world was a series of grey corridors and the oppressive silence of a house that remembered...

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