The Inheritors Of Iron And Ash And The Unmarked Graves Of Blackwood Estate

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The wolf looked from me to James, then trotted to his side.

I walked toward the heavy oak doors. Five years ago, I had stood in this exact spot in handcuffs. I didn’t knock. I pushed the doors open.

The study was chaos. Papers scattered everywhere. A crystal decanter lay shattered by the fireplace. Framed photos torn from walls.

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