The Last Heir of Harrowgate

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The afternoon light fell through the leaded glass of the drawing room at Harrowgate, throwing colored shadows across the Persian carpet, and Eleanor Ashworth saw blood on the floor. Not her blood. She was sitting in her mother's chair, a volume of Tennyry open on her lap, teacup cooling beside her. But the blood was on the floor—dark, thick, spreading across the same Persian carpet in a pattern...

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