She froze. The sense of disappointment was so extreme that Charlotte felt giddy, almost drunk with it. A charade? she thought, trying to force rationality into it. The air was frosted with the stench of damp stone and age.
Karl had departed soundlessly and she was alone in the room. I thought it was real. She had broken the magic circle. That I would rather brave your brother and the police than the cellar.
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