The Distant Crown
Could a girl outplay a ghost? Sunita D'Souza asked the question aloud, her breath fogging in the drafty attic where the air smelled of damp plaster and old ink. She was twelve, small for her age, and the floorboards beneath her creaked like the knees of an old man. Below, the house was silent, but the shadows were not. They peeled away from the furniture at midnight, sliding across the walls to...
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