THE SHOWER OF THE LORDS The fog had rolled in for the evening and pressed against the windows of the old manor as if to incarcerate the occupants. Lord Bluehurst sat alone in his study in front of the fire, brooding. When he brooded about something, he brooded the subject into the ground. Actually, below the ground and into the bedrock was where the problem lay. The family crest, made of
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