The Golden Visit
The river had risen to swallow the lower terraces of the estate, a muddy, muscular thing that groaned against the stone pilings with the patience of a beast that knows it will eventually break its cage, and you stood in the center of the drawing room, watching the water lap at the base of the window glass, a clear, treacherous line that separated the dry, dusty air of the interior from the...
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