From Wuthering Heights
From Wuthering Heights
I am a misanthropist's disguise, perpetually shivering on the threshold of a home not mine.
A city dweller adrift in the wild Yorkshire landscape, his curiosity masked a deep-seated unease. He found himself an unwitting observer of a tragic history, a stranger to its raw emotions.
Each one sets a scene. Read them in full, pick one, or begin without.
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