Concerning The Willoughby's Estate
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- Chapitres 5
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Dernière publication ven., sept. 13, 2024
The train rattled on it's guiding track while the snow frosted the window framing the mountainside view. Susan traced her hand over the velvet upholstery, watching the mountains curve down into valleys. She sipped her steaming tea wishing she could enjoy it fully but her thoughts lay with her Aunt and why she had asked her to visit on such short notice. The door slid open as a man staggered in.
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