The Missing Stairs

Previously

…Clara smiled, a genuine, uninhibited smile. “She was. And I think she left us a story to uncover.” She looked back at the dark opening, the promise of more secrets beckoning. The missing stairs were no longer just a blueprint anomaly; they were the gateway to a lost chapter of her family’s history, a chapter penned by her enigmatic Great-Aunt Eleanor, and perhaps, a chapter that Arthur Pendelton, the skeptical historian, would now help her to write. The faded ink trail had led her to the threshold of discovery, and she knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her bones, that she was finally on the verge of understanding the whispers of Blackwood Manor.