The Countess's Locket
Lady Amelia Blackwood stood at the window of her bedchamber, gazing out at the misty grounds of Ravenswood Manor. The early morning fog clung to the ancient oaks and rolling lawns, shrouding the estate in an ethereal veil. She absently fingered the ornate silver locket that hung from a delicate chain around her neck, its weight both comforting and burdensome. The locket had belonged to her late mother, the Countess of Ravenswood. It was said to contain a secret that could alter the fate of the entire Blackwood lineage. Amelia had worn it every day since her mother’s passing three years ago, though she had never managed to unlock its mysteries. ...