Waking House: Chapter 9
Gothic Fiction
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The gold flecks glimmered warmly in the light of the now almost burnt-out flames of the candelabra. Emily walked closer to the door, transfixed on the bird. The terror she had just experienced had now evaporated. There was something peaceful, hopeful even, about the image of the bird.
Emily stood in front of the door for several minutes. She gazed over the wood spotting details she hadn’t noticed earlier. The bird was flying high over the ground. There was a house visible beneath it. A house engulfed in flames.
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