The Shepherdapos;s C

The sun was slanting, the evening breeze had died down. Hayna felt a vague sense that something intangible was shrouding this area, altering the atmosphere of the manor.,...Hayna, whose brain was in a whirl, followed the old sprite into the living room.,That pallid, weak face had no color. The youthful appearance, barely seventeen or eighteen, possessed a beauty entirely different from Professor Moriarty's.。