The gates of Greyhound Manor opened slowly as my car rolled up the long private drive.Even after 200 years, the sight of the estate still carried weight. The manor rose in the distance like something out of another century and it actually was. It had stone walls, tall windows glowing warmly against the evening sky, and gardens that had been maintained by generations of Greyhound staff.Beside me, Avery looked out the window calmly, taking everything in without saying a word.Most people reacted very differently the first time they saw the manor. They stared, asked questions, tried to impress me.Avery simply observed. It was of the numerous things that I liked that about her.“You’re quiet,” I said as I parked the car.She turned her head slightly, a small smile touching her lips.“I’m just admiring the place.”“It’s quite an old girl,” I replied.“It’s a powerful girl,” she corrected.I chuckled softly. Maybe she understood more than I thought.I stepped out of the car and walked
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