The Heir of Blackwood Chapel
The candle burned black as sin. Edith Ashworth knelt on the cold stone floor of St. Agnes Chapel, a building that had been abandoned longer than she had been alive. The roof had collapsed decades ago, leaving only the eastern wall and the bell tower standing against the Yorkshire moors like the ribs of some great beast that had died here and been forgotten. Wind moved through the broken windows...
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