Anna Karenina Movie Novels & Stories

Downstairs, I heard the faint clatter of plates and silverware—soft, careful sounds that still felt louder than they should, like tiny bells ringing through a cathedral of sadness. The butler was at the table, setting it with quiet precision. “Miss Anastasia... is that you?” he asked, without turning around. I nodded, though the motion felt like I was dragging a whole season of sorrow behind me. I walked further in, but the house felt like it was holding its breath. The walls still knew my name, but they no longer offered comfort. The warmth had gone out with him

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