The Aurora Embrace The fog that evening clung to the window
The Aurora Embrace The fog that evening clung to the windows of Hemlock Manor like a living thing, thick and yellow as old parchment. Isabella Wentworth stood before the easel, her restoration brush hovering over a canvas she had only just begun to examine, and felt something she could not name settle behind her ribs. The portrait was extraordinary and wrong. It depicted a woman in a white gown...
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