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She Walks
She walks through passageways of the old Victorian house. A bed and breakfast now, guests whisper of glimpsing her. A lovely young woman clad in her high-necked, floor length dress-- the style of her time. She is not of ours. The grand house built in the 1800's, was a wedding gift from her wealthy father. Her true love never found his way to the altar. Death claimed him in a carriage accident on his way to her side. She took to the house, refusing to leave. One morning, she was discovered lying on her wedding bed with a dagger through her shattered heart. Searching for her love, her quest never ends. She walks.
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