Murder At Berrington: Murder At Berrington
It was a quiet night in Berrington, the sort of night when the world feels held in a breath, waiting for something to shatter the silence. The moon hung low, casting a pale light over the fields, the village, and the manor that loomed on the hill. Its old stones and weathered walls absorbed the darkness, standing as a silent witness to the secrets it harbored.
Inside, the hallways of Berrington Manor were still. Only the occasional creak of wood or distant rustle of the wind disturbed the quiet. In the library, the hearth had long gone cold, leaving the room in shadow. Shelves lined with books and dusty artifacts seemed to close in, like a tomb sealed off from the world.
But it wasn't the manor that held the most chilling secret that night. No, it was the small cottage nestled on the outskirts of the village, surrounded by fields of heather and moor grass, that would soon become the center of whispers and dark rumors. A cottage that, to those who knew it, was a place of warmth and family—a place where a mother's embrace could soothe any trouble and a cup of tea could chase away the cold.
Daisy had returned home, seeking comfort and respite from a world that had cast her aside when she was too weak to fight back. But she had brought something else with her—something unseen and deadly, as insidious as the influenza that had nearly claimed her life.
She didn't know it yet, but her return would set into motion a series of events that would uncover the rot beneath Berrington's genteel surface. The secrets of the manor, the hidden histories of its residents, and the festering resentments that had been buried for years would all come to light.
And as the village slept, unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon, the clock in the manor's tower struck midnight. It was the beginning of the end for someone in Berrington—someone who would not live to see another dawn.
For in the heart of that small, unassuming cottage, death had already taken root. And soon, it would reach out with cold, grasping fingers, leaving a trail of fear and suspicion in its wake.
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Inside, the hallways of Berrington Manor were still. Only the occasional creak of wood or distant rustle of the wind disturbed the quiet. In the library, the hearth had long gone cold, leaving the room in shadow. Shelves lined with books and dusty artifacts seemed to close in, like a tomb sealed off from the world.
But it wasn't the manor that held the most chilling secret that night. No, it was the small cottage nestled on the outskirts of the village, surrounded by fields of heather and moor grass, that would soon become the center of whispers and dark rumors. A cottage that, to those who knew it, was a place of warmth and family—a place where a mother's embrace could soothe any trouble and a cup of tea could chase away the cold.
Daisy had returned home, seeking comfort and respite from a world that had cast her aside when she was too weak to fight back. But she had brought something else with her—something unseen and deadly, as insidious as the influenza that had nearly claimed her life.
She didn't know it yet, but her return would set into motion a series of events that would uncover the rot beneath Berrington's genteel surface. The secrets of the manor, the hidden histories of its residents, and the festering resentments that had been buried for years would all come to light.
And as the village slept, unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon, the clock in the manor's tower struck midnight. It was the beginning of the end for someone in Berrington—someone who would not live to see another dawn.
For in the heart of that small, unassuming cottage, death had already taken root. And soon, it would reach out with cold, grasping fingers, leaving a trail of fear and suspicion in its wake.
Murder At Berrington: Murder At Berrington
It was a quiet night in Berrington, the sort of night when the world feels held in a breath, waiting for something to shatter the silence. The moon hung low, casting a pale light over the fields, the village, and the manor that loomed on the hill. Its old stones and weathered walls absorbed the darkness, standing as a silent witness to the secrets it harbored.
Inside, the hallways of Berrington Manor were still. Only the occasional creak of wood or distant rustle of the wind disturbed the quiet. In the library, the hearth had long gone cold, leaving the room in shadow. Shelves lined with books and dusty artifacts seemed to close in, like a tomb sealed off from the world.
But it wasn't the manor that held the most chilling secret that night. No, it was the small cottage nestled on the outskirts of the village, surrounded by fields of heather and moor grass, that would soon become the center of whispers and dark rumors. A cottage that, to those who knew it, was a place of warmth and family—a place where a mother's embrace could soothe any trouble and a cup of tea could chase away the cold.
Daisy had returned home, seeking comfort and respite from a world that had cast her aside when she was too weak to fight back. But she had brought something else with her—something unseen and deadly, as insidious as the influenza that had nearly claimed her life.
She didn't know it yet, but her return would set into motion a series of events that would uncover the rot beneath Berrington's genteel surface. The secrets of the manor, the hidden histories of its residents, and the festering resentments that had been buried for years would all come to light.
And as the village slept, unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon, the clock in the manor's tower struck midnight. It was the beginning of the end for someone in Berrington—someone who would not live to see another dawn.
For in the heart of that small, unassuming cottage, death had already taken root. And soon, it would reach out with cold, grasping fingers, leaving a trail of fear and suspicion in its wake.
Inside, the hallways of Berrington Manor were still. Only the occasional creak of wood or distant rustle of the wind disturbed the quiet. In the library, the hearth had long gone cold, leaving the room in shadow. Shelves lined with books and dusty artifacts seemed to close in, like a tomb sealed off from the world.
But it wasn't the manor that held the most chilling secret that night. No, it was the small cottage nestled on the outskirts of the village, surrounded by fields of heather and moor grass, that would soon become the center of whispers and dark rumors. A cottage that, to those who knew it, was a place of warmth and family—a place where a mother's embrace could soothe any trouble and a cup of tea could chase away the cold.
Daisy had returned home, seeking comfort and respite from a world that had cast her aside when she was too weak to fight back. But she had brought something else with her—something unseen and deadly, as insidious as the influenza that had nearly claimed her life.
She didn't know it yet, but her return would set into motion a series of events that would uncover the rot beneath Berrington's genteel surface. The secrets of the manor, the hidden histories of its residents, and the festering resentments that had been buried for years would all come to light.
And as the village slept, unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon, the clock in the manor's tower struck midnight. It was the beginning of the end for someone in Berrington—someone who would not live to see another dawn.
For in the heart of that small, unassuming cottage, death had already taken root. And soon, it would reach out with cold, grasping fingers, leaving a trail of fear and suspicion in its wake.
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| BN ID: | 2940185988015 |
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| Publisher: | Darryl Martel |
| Publication date: | 08/23/2024 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 275 KB |
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