The Iron Jug's Shadow

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The fog rolled off the moors like a living thing, swallowing Stonehedge Manor whole. Inside the library, Lord Arthur Ashworth sat alone with the jug. It was an ugly thing, really. Rough-hewn pottery, black as the peat bogs of Yorkshire, with a crack running from rim to base. The Roman workers had found it in the ruins beneath the manor house three generations ago. The family lore said it could...

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