It must have been at least thirty minutes of foot travel just to see her standing idly outside my home. She was like a tiny figurine before the large, stately manor. It could be a museum with its size paired with the number of things I had collected throughout the ages. She broke from her frozen state to write something down. What are you planning, minx? She paced in front, then snuck around to see if there was a way to peep in. Along the side of the house, she tugged at the service entrance. It was locked, but I made a note to myself to leave that one open from now on. Finding a stray
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