Chapter 33 Chapter 33: The Ghost of the Hearth

The gates of Blackwood Manor did not creak; they sighed.

Once, these wrought-iron barriers had been a symbol of my imprisonment, the boundary between the kitchen-girl’s toil and the world she was forbidden to see. Now, they hung off their hinges, coated in a fine, velvety layer of grey soot. The ...

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