The Vineyard's Bitter Harvest
The Vineyard's Bitter Harvest I. The rain had been falling for three days when Eleanor Hartwell arrived at Blackwood Manor. She stepped from the hired carriage with a leather portfolio clutched to her chest and mud caking her boots. The manor rose before her like a wounded beast—towers darkened by centuries of soot, windows shattered and boarded, ivy choking the stone walls as though the...
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