The Golden Crossing
The corridor stretched before me, longer than the blueprint of the manor allowed, the floorboards groaning under the weight of my boots as I walked toward the library. I was looking for the deed, the parchment that would secure the estate’s sale and pay for Margaret’s care, but the hallway seemed to fold in on itself, the door I had just passed reappearing behind me like a stubborn memory. The...
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