The Wistful Letter
Chapter One “You’re going to hang for this, Senga, and I’ll be the one holding the rope.” The voice came from the shadows of the courtyard, low and wet with rain. I did not turn. I stood in the center of the black mud, the forged warrant clutched in my left hand, its edges slick and soft from the storm. To my right, the iron gate of Blackwood Manor groaned shut, the sound heavy and final,...
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