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The boarding house loomed at the end of a cul-de-sac, its bricks the color of rusted steel, its windows tall and narrow like coffin lids stood on end.
Finally, a place all to herself....or was it?
By Fauna BlakewellThe boarding house loomed at the end of a cul-de-sac, its bricks the color of rusted steel, its windows tall and narrow like coffin lids stood on end.
Finally, a place all to herself....or was it?