The Portrait Behind the Wall
The Portrait Behind the Wall The cloth was black velvet, thick with dust, and it had not been lifted in perhaps fifteen years. Arthur found it on his third day at Wycherley Hall, when he wandered too far down the east corridor and discovered a door that should have been locked. It was not locked. The key had been left in the lock, rusted halfway through turning, as though someone had given up...
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