By midnight, the weather over the Yorkshire moors took a violent, catastrophic turn. What had begun as a seasonal autumn gale transformed into a ferocious, unseasonal blizzard—an arctic vortex plunging down from the North Sea that brought blinding, horizontal squalls of heavy snow and howling seventy-mile-per-hour winds. Within hours, the temperature plummeted well below freezing, encasing the ancient stone battlements and leaded windows of Greystone Abbey in a thick shell…
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