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All Hallow's Eve: Heartwood Manor

A few more moments of this comfortable silence passed.

“What was it like at Heartwood Manor, Viv?”

“It was a worrying place…dark, enclosed, isolated. It was extremely lonesome,” Vivian answered honestly, savoring the taste of tea on her tongue.

“Do you think he lives there alone?” Judith vainly tried to untangle her hair from Elizabeth’s vice-like grip.

“I daresay not, but I saw no one else, perchance a few servants and housemaids,” Vivian told her, running the details of the manor house over in her mind.

“It must be depressing, don’t you think?”

“Yes. Yes, it must be quite imposing on the mind. He did not seem greatly affected, though.”

Vivian paused, and then said something else.

“He seemed to have a fancy for old things. I saw many lying around: broken quills, shattered stopwatches, withered parchment. I wonder what fascination they hold for him.”

There was another, thoughtful break, and then Elizabeth squealed and reached out to Adéle.

Judith held her out gratefully.

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