The Golden Harbor
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a static veil of grey water that pressed against the warped glass of the Victorian manor, blurring the world into a smear of indistinguishable shades. Inside, the silence was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that settled in the corners of the drawing room, thick with the scent of damp wool and the metallic tang of old copper pipes....
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