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Gray clouds hung low over its chimneys and the arched windows seemed darkly pensive, the shadows long under its eaves. It gave the structure an air of almost human melancholy.
It was foolish to imagine a house could have feelings.
“One must be careful opening letters, Miss Sullivan,” Lord Eastleigh chided. “Some of them can cut like knives.”
Houses have a certain power, don’t you think? Almost as if they’re people—or perhaps characters in a play.”
One truly begins living once they no longer hold the opinions of others in high regard.”
her hollow eyes peering out from mirrors veiled in black.
Eliza watched until the darkness of horse and rider became one with the darkness of the night sky.
Her eyes were swollen shut from crying, the flood of memories too raw and real to shove back into the locked box she’d constructed of her past.
Her guilt was a prison that would always follow her.
Against all rational explanation, despite her earlier subversion, the Tower card lay in her hand—the falling bodies, the flames, and the forked tongue of lightning flashing through an ink-dark sky, promising peril and ruin.
It was a terrible kind of beauty.
“We’re often stronger than we think we can be, aren’t we? Especially for our children.
