The Golden Visit
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent and mournful drumming against the leaded windows of the old manor that seemed to blur the boundary between the living room and the wet earth outside, where the ivy crept up the stone walls like a slow, green hunger. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and stale pipe tobacco, a heavy atmosphere that settled in the lungs and...
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