The Silver and the Starlight
The fog clung to the Yorkshire moors like a shroud, and within the stone walls of Whitmore's silver workshop, Thomas learned what it meant to love something that could not survive in his world. Aldrine had come to the village of Blackwell in November, when the first frost painted the hedgerows white. She rented the old weaver's cottage at the edge of town and opened a small silver workshop in...
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