The Fog of Blackwood Moor

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The moor wind had a voice of its own. It did not howl so much as whisper—thin, reedy, like a woman trying to speak through a locked door. Eleanor Ashworth had learned to distinguish its tones over the three long months since her husband's burial. The whisper that meant only weather was harmless enough. But the whisper that came after midnight, the one that seemed to form words just beyond...

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