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"What is this?" he whispered.

He collapsed against the stone wall of the neighbor's property, breathing hard. He looked back at Blackwood Manor. arabella rose stay

Arthur didn't stop. He lowered his shoulder and hit the door with all the strength of his twenty-nine-year-old body, ignoring the fact that he was actually sixty-five and should have shattered his collarbone. "What is this

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"Let me out," Arthur said.

"You know I have to go," Arthur said to the empty air. He felt foolish speaking to nothing, but he had learned long ago that in Blackwood Manor, speaking was necessary. "The bank owns it now. They’ll tear down the east wing. They’ll modernize the plumbing."

The room began to darken. The shadows in the corners detached themselves, slithering across the floor toward his boots. The floorboards groaned, not with age, but with hunger.

"What is this?" he whispered.

He collapsed against the stone wall of the neighbor's property, breathing hard. He looked back at Blackwood Manor.

Arthur didn't stop. He lowered his shoulder and hit the door with all the strength of his twenty-nine-year-old body, ignoring the fact that he was actually sixty-five and should have shattered his collarbone.

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"Let me out," Arthur said.

"You know I have to go," Arthur said to the empty air. He felt foolish speaking to nothing, but he had learned long ago that in Blackwood Manor, speaking was necessary. "The bank owns it now. They’ll tear down the east wing. They’ll modernize the plumbing."

The room began to darken. The shadows in the corners detached themselves, slithering across the floor toward his boots. The floorboards groaned, not with age, but with hunger.