Donna Strow
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The Hidden Estate
“Your Honor, this is for you.” The messenger handed him a wax-sealed envelope. “You’re the executor.” At this, the judge tore the envelope open in a hurry. It seemed his old governess had fulfilled her final hour in peaceful slumber that same morning, Friday April 13, 1827. As executor he would undertake the archaeology of her apartment at his family’s home. “So,” he mused aloud, “I am to search for stone tablets.” It was his attempt at levity; the lady had been so old there was no telling what artifacts he might uncover. Judge Sydney Carton Darnay arrived home to find his sister and his elderly parents in tearful mourning. He ate with them almost in silence. Even the servants were dressed in black, for Miss Pross had been everyone’s friend.
By Donna Strow3 years ago in Geeks