Letters from the Moors
The storm broke over the moors like a wrathful God shaking His fists at the earth. Edward Crawford rode his exhausted horse through the lashing rain, the moorland paths swallowed by a white fury of wind and water. His lantern had gone out miles ago. The manor behind him receded into darkness, and ahead there was only the howling void of the Yorkshire waste. His horse stumbled. Edward clung to...
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