The Heirloom Watch of Blackwood Manor
The Heirloom Watch of Blackwood Manor CHAPTER ONE The fog rolled in from the moors like a living thing, thick and yellow-tinged, swallowing the railway station whole. Eleanor Blackwood stepped onto the platform with a trunk that cost more than most workers earned in a year and a secret that cost her father his life. She had told no one in England that she was coming back. Not even her...
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