The-House-of-Broken-Jade
The house had been waiting for Seraphina since the day she was born. It did not know this—it was a house, and houses do not know things—but it had prepared for her. Every room was arranged to receive her. Every window was positioned to show her the sky. The front steps had been worn smooth by generations of Beauregard women, all of them beautiful, all of them trapped, all of them dead....
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