The house beyond the river smelled of mildew and magnolias that had...

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The house beyond the river smelled of mildew and magnolias that had long since stopped blooming.

Eleanor Faulkner stood in the doorway of the wine cellar, her candle trembling just enough to make the shadows dance. The stairs groaned beneath her bare feet—oak stairs worn smooth by three generations of Faulkner women who had walked them in darkness, searching for something they could not name. What had brought her down was the piano. It had begun playing at midnight. Not a melody she knew....

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