The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The house breathes. That is the first thing you notice, not the damp, nor the smell of mildew and old paper, but the slow, rhythmic expansion of the walls, as if the timber itself were a living lung taking in the air of the cellar. You are Margaret Holloway, and you are sitting on the cold stone floor of the basement, your hands bound by ropes that feel less like jute and more like the roots of...

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