Blackwood's Mirror

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I remember the day Lord Ashworth brought me to Blackwood Hall. The carriage wheels crunched over gravel as we ascended the winding drive, and through my window I caught the scent of damp earth and ancient stone. I could not see the house, but I could feel it—vast and cold, like a sleeping beast."Miss Harlowe," Lord Ashworth said, his voice smooth as polished mahogany, "you are home."My fingers...

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