The Master of Beaulac
Rain pattered against the high windows of the cozy little library on the third floor of Beaulac Manor. Fredric Beaulac, master of the estate, sat in his favourite wingback chair, one leg crossed loosely over the other as he read by the fire, contentedly ensconced in the dry warmth amid the smell of old books. A light tapping came at the door and he lifted his sharp brown eyes from his page to see slender, young Roberta. Bobbie, as everyone called her - a more fitting name for someone with such...
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