"Pillars laced in gold leaf decorated the heavy oak door, which someone had been knocking on sporadically since she arrived. Yet no one was ever there. The knocking was like a hummingbird's heart today. It was furiously loud and consistent but still - no one was there. Thump. Thump-thump." . . . Since the market crash after the London Fires, work has been scarce for commoner Nora. With an opening at the Windsor Manor, she disregards its macarbre reputation and rumours for a chance at stability. But she gets more than she bargains for when furniture begins to move and doors begin to breathe.All Rights Reserved
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