The Redemption of Mercy
The pond at Pemberton Manor had been still for three hundred years. It reflected the sky with a patience that Arthur Pemberton III had long since stopped understanding. Arthur had inherited the manor at twenty-four, along with its debts, its title, and its slowly dying collection of thoroughbred horses. He had inherited nothing that mattered: no fortune, no love, no capacity for the kind of...
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