The Wistful Crossroads

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The house breathed. It was a slow, tidal rhythm that Margaret felt in her bones before she heard it in the walls. The Victorian manor stood on the edge of the moor, isolated by fog and silence. Inside, the air was thick with dust and the scent of dried lavender. Margaret, the eldest daughter, moved through the corridors with the quiet precision of a ghost. She had been the keeper of the house...

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