The Distant Affair
The house on the cliff did not exist on any map, nor did it belong to any known registry of deeds, yet it stood with the immutable persistence of a thought that refuses to be forgotten, its white stucco skin bleached by centuries of wind into a pale, ghostly luminescence that seemed to emanate from the stone itself rather than reflect the dim twilight of the modern world. Margaret Holloway...
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