Baggrave Hall

Beneath the storm-swept skies of South Croxton, where the fields stretch like a patchwork quilt under the gaze of an ancient manor, a single night in the early 1700s would birth a legend that clings to Baggrave Hall like ivy. Eliza, a lone maidservant, tends the flickering hearths while her masters revel far away, unaware that a stranger’s knock will unravel a tale of deception and daring. As rain drums the windows and shadows dance in the firelight, a simple act of kindness spirals into a deadly confrontation, forever branding the hall with a name whispered in awe and fear—a name born of blood, bravery, and a potato sack.