She marveled at the lifelike brushstrokes that captured the grace and elegance of the subjects, their eyes looking as if they wanted to speak to her.
Rachael's footsteps echoed softly through the dimly lit corridors as she continued her exploration of the manor. Each turn seemed to bring her closer to the heart of the estate, her anticipation growing with every step. As she made her way down another hallway, the sound of running water reached her ears, drawing her attention.
Curiosity piqued, and Rachael followed the sound, which led her to a small room tucked away at the end of the corridor. The room appeared to be a laundry area, with a large basin of water and an assortment of garments neatly laid out for cleaning. And there, standing by the basin, was Malachi.
There, in the laundry room, stood Malachi, his sleeves rolled up, diligently attending to a pile of garments.
