wer," Adria
head was almost touching hers. In the dark study, wit
e knocking came agai
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ed like Clara's own voice when she w
is head once,
lowed. "Wh
red. "Or what lives in
oor turned. It turned slo
made a small, di
in a different voice - an older woman,
rom the chair, toward the far corner of the s
it do this?"
ight. Somet
happens at
not a
on the other side of the d
Clara, clos
cold, the n
white dress,
sleep, it's t
ees weaken. "My m
," Adri
u didn't kno
ason to protect them. I know everythi
om the door - bare feet, soft on stone - and
her and unlocked the desk drawer. He took out a small s
both in
is t
droom. The paper is what my great-g
he handwriting was f
one in black. Remember this. Remember thi
ale. The first
ight she fell from th
laras died before twen
ped. She wrote this at midni
the silver key.
he first week. After that, you will
he other
ther b
it still covered the mirror an
ara Elea
pen, dipped it,
u writing?"
n for three other w
, his ha
Still l
lott
" she
write it, it m
re went out as if someone had blown on it. The study fell into comp
back against the bookshelves, his arm around her s
t," he w
rom the east win
eal scream, full of pain and terror.
ched Adria
that?" s
nto the dark. "1880-1899. She s
abruptly, as if it
k into the house,
ing so hard he
clock struck twelve times
saw that the mirror above the
r and Adrian, was a woman in
face. But her eyes
turned
g was
, the woman was still there, and s
hh
oor, which Adrian had lo
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