Tearful, Agatha stumbled into the empty attic library. The floorboards creaked as she waltzed alone, dancing out of the shadows into the sunlight. Abruptly, she paused. There by the dark fireplace lay a dusty old book. Picking it up, she blew the dust off and saw the title. Gasping, she dropped it!
Either finish this story or write your own
based on the two photographs.



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