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Just like every other day, she’d pay attention to the old lady’s stories about the souls that inhabited the mansion. On that morning, she looked very restless; her keen eyes –like those of a naughty lass– showing deep contrast with a grey hair and a wrinkled countenance. As she lay prostrate in the dimly illuminated bedroom, the caretaker finished feeding her and checked her clock.
“Would you like me to stay, Mrs. Sallow?”
“No, my dear. Have you not listened to me? If you linger here, he’ll refuse to come. And, my dear, I don’t have much time left. I’d rather meet my grandfather in this world”, she said in a calm, collected tone.
She sighed, resigned, and yet surprised at the intense look of Theresa Sallow. She left her a boiling cup of tea and got ready to leave. The weather out there was…
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