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The Count of New EnglandACT I: THE SUMMONS The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in cream-colored paper that smelled faintly of myrrh. Lady Eleanor Ashworth broke the seal with fingers that trembled—not from cold, though the November wind howled through the mullioned windows of her Boston drawing-room, but from the memory it invoked. The handwriting was elegant, precise, the script of a man who had received the...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 54 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Count of New EnglandACT I: THE SUMMONS The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in cream-colored paper that smelled faintly of myrrh. Lady Eleanor Ashworth broke the seal with fingers that trembled—not from cold, though the November wind howled through the mullioned windows of her Boston drawing-room, but from the memory it invoked. The handwriting was elegant, precise, the script of a man who had received the...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 61 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Count of New EnglandACT I: THE SUMMONS The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in cream-colored paper that smelled faintly of myrrh. Lady Eleanor Ashworth broke the seal with fingers that trembled—not from cold, though the November wind howled through the mullioned windows of her Boston drawing-room, but from the memory it invoked. The handwriting was elegant, precise, the script of a man who had received the...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 69 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Count of New EnglandACT I: THE SUMMONS The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in cream-colored paper that smelled faintly of myrrh. Lady Eleanor Ashworth broke the seal with fingers that trembled—not from cold, though the November wind howled through the mullioned windows of her Boston drawing-room, but from the memory it invoked. The handwriting was elegant, precise, the script of a man who had received the...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 58 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Count of New EnglandACT I: THE SUMMONS The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in cream-colored paper that smelled faintly of myrrh. Lady Eleanor Ashworth broke the seal with fingers that trembled—not from cold, though the November wind howled through the mullioned windows of her Boston drawing-room, but from the memory it invoked. The handwriting was elegant, precise, the script of a man who had received the...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 55 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Count of New EnglandACT I: THE SUMMONS The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in cream-colored paper that smelled faintly of myrrh. Lady Eleanor Ashworth broke the seal with fingers that trembled—not from cold, though the November wind howled through the mullioned windows of her Boston drawing-room, but from the memory it invoked. The handwriting was elegant, precise, the script of a man who had received the...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 72 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Count of New EnglandACT I: THE SUMMONS The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in cream-colored paper that smelled faintly of myrrh. Lady Eleanor Ashworth broke the seal with fingers that trembled—not from cold, though the November wind howled through the mullioned windows of her Boston drawing-room, but from the memory it invoked. The handwriting was elegant, precise, the script of a man who had received the...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 53 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Count of New EnglandACT I: THE SUMMONS The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in cream-colored paper that smelled faintly of myrrh. Lady Eleanor Ashworth broke the seal with fingers that trembled—not from cold, though the November wind howled through the mullioned windows of her Boston drawing-room, but from the memory it invoked. The handwriting was elegant, precise, the script of a man who had received the...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 59 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Count of New EnglandACT I: THE SUMMONS The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in cream-colored paper that smelled faintly of myrrh. Lady Eleanor Ashworth broke the seal with fingers that trembled—not from cold, though the November wind howled through the mullioned windows of her Boston drawing-room, but from the memory it invoked. The handwriting was elegant, precise, the script of a man who had received the...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 71 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Count of New EnglandACT I: THE SUMMONS The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in cream-colored paper that smelled faintly of myrrh. Lady Eleanor Ashworth broke the seal with fingers that trembled—not from cold, though the November wind howled through the mullioned windows of her Boston drawing-room, but from the memory it invoked. The handwriting was elegant, precise, the script of a man who had received the...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 62 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Count of New EnglandACT I: THE SUMMONS The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in cream-colored paper that smelled faintly of myrrh. Lady Eleanor Ashworth broke the seal with fingers that trembled—not from cold, though the November wind howled through the mullioned windows of her Boston drawing-room, but from the memory it invoked. The handwriting was elegant, precise, the script of a man who had received the...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 53 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Distant LegendThe Distant Legend By Thomas Blackwood The house on Harrow Lane had stood since before the war—or at least since before anyone living could remember. The brickwork was the colour of dried blood in winter light, the windows like blind eyes watching the street. Inside, it smelled of damp wool and old paper, of a man who had lived alone for too long among the ghosts of other people's lives....0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 93 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Golden SuspectThey came for her on the morning the river swallowed the lower fields. Margaret Holloway was twelve years old. She stood at the kitchen window of her grandmother's house in Elmsworth, watching the floodwater creep across the garden with a patience that frightened her more than the wind. The rain had been falling for three days. The whole of the valley had turned the colour of weak tea. And...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 104 Views 0 previzualizare
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