The Bowl of Broken Vows
ACT I: THE GIFT The Yorkshire moors did not forgive. They simply tolerated those who survived upon them. Arthur Holt knew this better than most. At twenty-two, his hands were already calloused from the axe, his lungs accustomed to the damp air that smelled perpetually of peat and rain. He and his parents lived in a cottage of stone and thatch at the edge of the moor, where the wind never...
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