The heavy oak double doors of Hawthorne Manor closed behind Claire with a deep, echoing thud that seemed to seal out the modern world entirely. Inside, the grand reception hall soared three stories to a coffered ceiling of carved English oak, where a magnificent wrought-iron chandelier holding eighty flickering electric candles cast dancing golden shadows across Indiana limestone walls and an immense stone hearth where a roaring fire of split…
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