
Phoebe Lange leaned heavily on the rusting wrought iron gate and peered upward at the old Victorian house looming above her.
What do you find when you peer into a 75-year-old scrapbook and into your own future? How do you respond to the diary of a dead woman that tells the story of your own life?
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