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It was a dark and stormy night at the Edgemere Estates; the wind was blowing rain and sleet against the panes of glass and pelting the brick with gusting malice. The crackle of the fireplace was muted by the sound, and Lord Edgemere struggled to concentrate as he scratched his fountain pen along the coarse […]

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