Vows of fortune
Everywhere she went, the staff seemed to materialize and disappear like ghosts.
They move silently, never making eye contact, never offering a greeting. It reinforced Miss Florence's earlier implied message:
Sophia was an intruder, not mistress of the house.
She found a magnificent library, a hidden sanctuary that seemed to breathe history.
As she stepped inside, the air was heavy with the scent of aged paper and leather, a comforting aroma that wrapped around her like a familiar embrace.
Shelves upon shelves of leather-bound books stretched majestically to the ceiling, each volume a promise of adventure, wisdom, and secrets waiting to be uncovered.
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