The Buzz on the Moor
The buzzing began in October, when the frost first silvered the edges of the Blackwood estate. Elias Thornfield stood at his window and listened to it—a low, persistent hum that seeped through the stone walls like damp. It came from the south, from Ashworth, where Cornelius Hale kept his hives. Thirty boxes, he had counted them himself from the hill, each one a wooden mouth murmuring secrets...
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