The Distant Summer
The gate of the manor did not creak when I opened it, nor did the iron latch click with the satisfying, definitive thud of a secret kept; instead, it slid away with a soft, wet sigh, like a heavy curtain drawn across a stage that no one would ever watch again. I stood in the threshold, my hand still resting on the cold, verdigris-tinged metal, feeling the vibration of the house itself through...
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