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The chipped ceramic mug warmed Amelia’s hands, but did little for the chill in her soul. Her father, a man …
The chipped ceramic mug warmed Amelia’s hands, but did little for the chill in her soul. Her father, a man …
The rain hammered against the windows of old Mr. Abernathy’s study, mirroring the storm brewing within his daughter, Eleanor. He’d …
The antique clock ticked relentlessly, each swing a metronome counting down the hours until the hearing. Old Man Hemlock’s estate …
The rain lashed against the window, mirroring the tempest brewing inside old Mr. Abernathy. He’d received a diagnosis – unexpected, …