The Missing Stairs

Previously

…As Clara left Arthur’s study, the weight of the journal felt less like a burden and more like a promise. The whispers of forbidden love had grown louder, clearer, weaving themselves into the very fabric of her family’s history. The missing stairs were no longer just an architectural puzzle; they were a testament to a love that defied convention, a secret sanctuary built on passion and hope, a story waiting to be fully revealed. The carved robin, now more than just a trinket, felt like a beacon, guiding her towards the truth.