The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The brass key in Clara’s hand was cold, heavier than it looked, its teeth worn smooth by decades of use. She turned it twice, the mechanism grinding with a sound like a dry throat clearing, before the heavy oak door of the Whitmore estate finally gave way. The air inside was thick, stagnant, and smelled faintly of salt and old paper. She had come to sell. That was the only thing that mattered....

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