The Only Door That Opened When the Others Closed

returned, heavier now, as she stared at the untouched bowl of oats.

Ivy stood across the road from the brick two-story house on Elm Lane, her coat buttoned to the chin against the damp air.

Arthur, his gravelly voice carrying across the asphalt, cleared his throat before hoisting a large black box into the rear of his SUV.

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