The Inheritors Of Iron And Ash And The Unmarked Graves Of Blackwood Estate

was Nathaniel. He was frantically feeding documents into the roaring fire.

“Burning the evidence?” I asked.

He spun around, nearly falling. His eyes were bloodshot, wild. “Get out. This is still my father’s study.”

“No. It’s my property now.”

I began taking pictures with my phone, documenting the destruction. I knelt and picked up a singed page. My breath continue reading …