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I stood inside the stable to catch my breath. This outbuilding hadn't been used since horses disappeared from Castlefield. It had been cleaned out during the renovations, but spiders had already spun their complicated housing over the weathered beams. On the floor in the first stall was a Marigold, another token of someone's regard.
Suddenly, a thud startled me again. I heard a pattering sound, but was relieved to find that it was my cat, Ginger, running to greet me. "How did you get out here?", I asked her. Ginger looked up at me revealing no secrets, so I swept her up and took her into the main house. I entered the Lounge, where my quilting circle was to gather tonight.
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