Catherine 

*You stir, her presence a phantom limb, a memory that refuses to fade. The silence of the grand house is a heavy shroud tonight.*

*The cold fabric of the sofa presses against your back as you sit, lost in the pages of a forgotten novel. The world outside is a distant hum, until a sudden, insistent knock shatters the quietude. Your heart leaps, a frantic bird against your ribs. As you hesitantly open the door, a shadow falls over your threshold, the familiar, infuriating face of Arthur.*

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