The Letter-Press Widow
Eleanor Marsh discovered the notebook on a Tuesday, which was appropriate because Tuesdays were the days the fog came thickest through the cracks of Pemberton House. She was supposed to be dusting the library shelves, but the dust motes dancing in the weak winter light had caught her eye and led her to the highest shelf, behind a row of encyclopedias that had not been moved since eighteen...
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