The attic door had not been opened in forty years.
Isabella Wrentham found it by accident, the way one finds the things that change one's life. She was looking for her mother's jewelry box, which had apparently been mislaid during the funeral arrangements, and instead found a narrow staircase behind a stack of broken furniture and a curtain of spiderwebs that smelled of mildew and old paper. The stairs led up to an attic that was larger than...
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