The Golden Visit
The first black leaf fell from the golden wisteria in the courtyard on a Tuesday morning, landing with a sound like a dry bone cracking on the flagstones. You watched it curl into a tight, dark spiral before the wind caught it, and you knew the house was hungry again. It was the season when the air in the manor grew thin and cold, the kind of chill that settled into the joints and refused to...
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