The Missing Stairs

Previously

…Clara felt a surge of relief, mingled with a healthy dose of trepidation. Arthur Pendelton, the rival historian, was now, it seemed, on her side. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long, dramatic shadows across the room. The mystery of the missing stairs was no longer just a whisper on a blueprint; it was a compelling narrative, unfolding with every discovered clue, and Clara knew, with a certainty that settled deep within her bones, that she was on the cusp of uncovering a truth that had been hidden for generations. The house, in its quiet grandeur, seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the next step.