The Mark of the White Fox

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The house breathed. Eleanor knew this the way a woman knows her own body—the subtle shifts of floorboards underfoot, the way the walls expanded and contracted with the temperature, the particular sigh that came through the chimney when the wind turned east. Oak Hollow was not merely a house. It was a living thing, and it had been alive longer than Eleanor, longer than her husband, longer than...

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