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“They sold the furniture. There is nothing to sit upon and no table to set, so it is the kitchen for you, my girl. Pretend you are at Wuthering Heights. Everyone there ate in the kitchen.”

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Book:Silent on the Moor
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Silent on the Moor

This novel delves into the mysterious and eerie atmosphere of the moors, weaving a tale of intrigue and suspense. more

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Deanna Raybourn
Deanna Raybourn

Deanna Raybourn is an Australian author of historical novels, known for her works that blend suspense and romance set in the late 19th and early 20th centuries in England. Born on June 17, 1968, Raybourn graduated from the Australian National University. more

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