The Golden Cellar
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey sheet that turned the gravel drive into a slurry of mud and broken glass, and Eleanor arrived at the house with the weight of her guilt pressing down on her shoulders like a physical thing, a stone wrapped in velvet. She was not supposed to be here, not yet, not while the silence of the last seven years still hummed in the walls of...
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