They returned to The Old House every Yule. It was the one stipulation in their mother’s will, and while nobody wanted to actually live in the old pile, they still relied on the inheritance.
So every year they trekked out to pile and greeted the caretaker and their mother’s lawyers and get locked in together for the next day.
Every year it was the same. They would eat a silent supper then retire to their rooms. Their mother could force them together, but not fix years of bad blood.
But they were still haunted by her ghost of Christmas presence.

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