The Heir of Blackwater Hall

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2026-06-17 01:23:26 -

The whip cracked against the leather, and Edward Ashworth opened his eyes to a sky the colour of bruised iron. He was lying on the turf of Newmarket racecourse, the taste of copper and bourbon thick on his tongue. A jockey in crimson silks stood over him, mouth moving, but Edward heard only the ringing in his ears and the sudden, impossible clarity that flooded his mind like cold water poured...

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