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Whispers of the Silver Coasts

Whispers of the Silver Coasts

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Chapter 1 The Invitation

Word Count: 1336    |    Released on: 07/01/2025

. It was the most exquisite piece of mail, and without

Be

ue opportunity we are offering. Attached is a job offer for the restoration of an historically si

dress she had to Google-an isolated manor atop a wind-carved bluff on the Atlantic coast. The m

nts died without warning five years ago and she disappeared into her work with such ferocity that some believed she was tryin

ace value, felt like the life preserv

estate. The mansion seemed to blot out the sky with its sheer mammoth size. It looked new and sleek in comparison to the jagged cli

lized she was mentally

in her mid-forties, with dark hair pinned neatly behind her ears. She was wearing

d and extended a hand "I manage the

hand, her cool firm grip matc

ough the word wasn't quite right. The estate was br

efly at that. "I

le place was decorated in stark white. It felt more like a museum than a home with it's floor to

d from behind her as if reading her mi

t taken aback - why would anyone hire her to work with something they had no

of the hallway. Sofia rapped on it once

t has turn

id not recognize reached all the way up to the high ceilings. Every shelf was crowded with what seemed to be hundreds of l

t he would be-mid-thirties maybe-and he practically oozed that sort of easy-going good looks that most women couldn't help but feel

oice was smooth but distan

for inviting me Mr. Wolfe. I'm hon

ooking right into her soul, it was unnerving a

hat you have to do

ear the chapel?" Helen said, f

's well past time it was restored to its former glory. The mur

is voice that made her feel like the assignm

n do that.

could possibly need. Sofia, would you be so kind as to escort ou

tion to the window; his posture rigid. She glance

of the sea, a little lounge area too. But as Sofia left her alone Helen felt she

t lay heavy over Wolfe Manor, she finally got up and roamed the hallways in bare fee

as high up in the wall as it was possible to put glass, saw moonlight on stone.

dn't cluttered it with the bits and pieces of some idiotic cult. Maybe because without them mu

vel if anyone other than Lord Byron would give a damn about calling Beronsdale a city. It was a painting of a man and woman standing

she spun around to find john standing in the doorway,

he said quickly. "I c

her or away from the painting.

ned. "In t

," he said, h

tone walls. Then john looked up at her, and for a moment there passed between them s

now, Ms. Bell," he sai

ldn't help feeling that john Wolfe was still hiding som

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