Chapter 13
Clara's heart hammered frantically against her ribs as she peered through a narrow gap between the wooden crates. Margaret stepped inside the prison cell, holding a small silver key in her manicured hand.
"You can't keep me down here forever, Margaret," Catherine replied defiantly, pressing her back against the far stone wall. "Arthur knows the truth now, and the authorities are already asking questions."
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Margaret laughed softly, a chilling sound that echoed off the damp masonry. "Arthur is a weak fool who sees only what I allow him to see, exactly like his father before him."
Margaret stepped closer to her prisoner, raising the heavy iron key like a weapon. Clara realized she had to act before it was too late.
