The Iron Lantern of Blackmoor Hall
The iron lantern swung from its rusted hook and struck the stone wall with a sound like a bell dying. Edgar Thorne watched it sway, counting the swings until it stopped. He had been counting for three years, since the night he climbed the lighthouse with Silas Morrell and left Isabella Fairfax behind in the care of Lord Harrington. The Yorkshire moors did not care about counting. They stretched...
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