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The house had been in the Blackwood family for four generations. It sat on a hill outside Salem, Massachusetts, overlooking a cliff that dropped into a sea that was always gray, always moving, always saying something in a language the house refused to translate. Elias Blackwood had died in his sleep on a Thursday. He was seventy-eight. He had been a hard man—a man who believed that affection...
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