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es. The clock on the ni

the hallway, the cool marble floor sooth

hen sink and leaned against

moving past the French doors

caught in

glass halfw

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eart was

into the darkness. The garden was still. T

all. The stress, the emotions, an

the window, ready t

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wrapped in black ribbon, and tucked benea

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lded t

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be his for long. Sleep well, Mrs. Blackwood. You'

my fingers, shatterin

rough the silent ho

I felt eyes on me, like someone was wa

How could someone enter our house? With the tight sec