The Book of Fates

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The Book of Fates

The door to the attic opened with a groan that sounded like the building itself was reluctant to reveal what lay within. Clara Beauregard stood in the doorway, a candle in her hand, and looked into the darkness. The air that drifted down from the attic was warm and dry and smelled of old paper and something she could not identify—perhaps time, perhaps decay, perhaps both. She had come up here...

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