A mountain of white porcelain bedpans teetered in one corner. They were used by the prostitutes who lived at Scarlet Manor all those years ago, but only Manuela Laguna knew why these pans, joyfully corroded by urine, had survived the death of the brothel. To the right was always the smell of gunpowder. Propped against the ruins of a French-style chest of drawers, the hunting rifle continued to weep its victories. It had been there since the Andalusian gave Clara Laguna the estate, but no one knew to whom it belonged, how old it was, or how many it had killed. Across from the chest of drawers were shelves with pots the Laguna witch used to brew her potions to cure evil eye. On the back of one shelf were mummified letters the landowner had written Clara, some of which she used years later to try and lure him back. Also surviving the dust on the shelves were the rigid sack containing the bones of a cat, the thread for repairing hymens, and a few jars of magic ingredients. In another corner of the attic stood a metallic object.
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