The Tear of Blackwood
The fog came off the Yorkshire moors at four in the afternoon, as it always did in November of 1854. Edward Ashworth, now calling himself Mr. Graves, stood at the kitchen door of Blackwood Manor and watched it roll across the courtyard like a living thing. He had been here three weeks and three weeks was not enough to learn the manor's moods, but it was enough to know that the fog was the...
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