The Mirror of Rosevale
The iron gates of Rosevale Manor closed with a finality that resonated through the frost-bitten valleys of Yorkshire. It was November 1887, and the air was a freezing lung of grey. Silas Winterburn stood on the gravel drive, his valise a heavy anchor in his hand, looking up at the manor that would be his final sanctuary. The house did not welcome him; it merely absorbed him. He had come for the...
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