The Faded Ruin
The walls of St. John’s Chapel in Whitby had been surrendering to the North Sea for three hundred years, and now Eleanor knew why: they were never meant to stand at all. Eleven months after Beatrice’s funeral, Eleanor returned to the North Yorkshire coast with a brass key she’d found wrapped in oilcloth inside her sister’s piano bench. Beatrice had been the older sister...
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