The Price of Entry

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The door was not a door. Eleanor knew this the moment she pressed her palm against the oak paneling in the attic and felt the wood yield like water beneath her skin. The attic of Blackwood Manor had smelled of dust and dead moths for as long as she could remember. Now it smelled of rain and something else—something sweet and old, like the pages of a book left in a garden. She pushed. The panel...

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