The Wistful Letter

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The air in the manor was thick with the scent of damp wool and old stone. Margaret Holloway stood before the tall mirror in the attic chamber. It was a piece of dark oak, carved with faces that seemed to weep resin. She had come here to be alone. To be hidden. The house, Blackwood Hall, had been in her family for three generations, but it felt less like a home and more like a vessel waiting to...

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