The Raven of Blackwood Hall

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The fog rolled off the moors like a living thing, curling around the stone pillars of Blackwood Hall as Eleanor Blackwood's carriage clattered through the iron gates. It had been six months since she left for London, six months of family business that could not be delayed, six months of sleeping in strange beds and eating food that tasted of ash. The Yorkshire wind hit her face as she stepped...

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