The Iron Well of Blackmoor Fen
The well had been dry for three years when Reverend Thompson arrived in Blackmoor Fen. He came from York with a letter of introduction from the Bishop, a thin parchment that seemed inadequate against the vastness of the village's suffering. The fields were cracked like old pottery. The cattle stood listless in fields that had once produced golden wheat. And the well—there was no well at all,...
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