Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. Dim souls flitted about her, not only speaking but it would seem even thinking in undertones. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. Concealed among the trees that edged the estate grounds, the watchers paused.
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