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There’s a reason the kitchen is the warmest room in the house. Their Aga oven.
Everywhere else is cold and still, like a museum. It’s worth three million, yet cobwebs hang in almost every corner of every room.
At night the son practices the oboe while his unhappy parents attend the theatre. That low, lonely sound floats the length of each corridor.
Sometimes the family eat together, and when they do the cutlery scraping against plates is as deafening as the roar of an ocean.
I left. Had to. That place is just too sad, even for a ghost.
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