The Ancestral Mirror

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The Ancestral Mirror Act I. The fog clung to Mayfair like a shroud on the third day of a funeral. Eleanor Ashworth stood before the west wing door of Whitmore Hall, her hand resting on the cold brass knob. The west wing had been sealed for twelve years, ever since Dr. Pendelton's disappearance — or, as the family officially preferred to call it, his "departure for continental study." She...

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