The storm had been building since noon, but Edmund Hartwood did not...

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The storm had been building since noon, but Edmund Hartwood did not notice the sky. He noticed the sound—a woman's voice, thin and desperate, cutting through the Yorkshire moor like a blade.

He was twenty-two, the son of a country parson, and for three years he had been studying under his grandfather's guidance. His grandfather had been a strange man, known in the village as something between a healer and a conjurer. He taught Edmund the old ways: how to read the signs in the earth, how to prepare certain herbs and tinctures, how to open what he called the "second sight." Edmund...

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