The Umbra of Ashworth
The Umbra of Ashworth The rain did not begin gradually. It arrived as a verdict, sudden and absolute, and Eleanor Ashworth was caught in it without umbrella, without shelter, without the kind of foresight that money could purchase. Her carriage had broken an axle on the muddy road between Blackstone and the village of Oakhaven, and the driver, an old man named Higgins who had been drunk the...
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