The Hound of Blackwood

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The fog rolled through Blackwood Vale like a living thing, thick and suffocating, carrying with it the acrid stench of coal dust and despair. Eleanor Ashworth ran through the mining colony with desperation driving her forward, her thin shawl doing little to protect her from the biting Yorkshire wind. Behind her, she could hear the heavy boots of Grimes' men crashing through the muddy alleys,...

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