The Inheritance of Hollow Bones
The screaming began at three in the morning, but it was not Evelyn's voice. She sat up in her narrow bed, the wool blanket pulled to her chin, and listened to the sound pouring through the floorboards of Hollow House. It was her mother who was screaming — she knew this because the sound came from the wing below — but the words being screamed were not in English. They were not in any language...
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