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The lock stuck—it always had. Even when my father was alive, he'd jiggle the key with impatience, cursing under his breath when visitors weren't around. I'd inherited his hands, long-fingered and precise, but not his tolerance for imperfection.
I twisted the key again, feeling the lock finally give. The door to his study swung open on silent hinges—the one thing in this house that had always been meticulously maintained. The scent hit me immediately: leather, pipe tobacco, and the faint chemical sweetness of the cologne he'd worn for thirty years. After five years, it should have faded. Sarah's theory was that Mrs. Nora, our family's housekeeper since before I was born, refreshed it periodically. A ghost kept alive through scent.
I hadn't set foot in this room since the reading of his will. Hadn't wanted to. Our brownsto
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