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The 13th: Ineluctable Fate


Ela Lond


Copyright © 2012 Ela Lond

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The 13th: Ineluctable Fate

Ashton Godwin stood at the entrance of Lady Belmont’s villa, a light-grey building with pillars and large widows.

Nanael, Ashton’s guardian passed a calling card to the footman and demanded to see his mistress.

The footman refused.

Ashton had been right a few minutes before when, anticipating trouble, she had insisted on using the back door rather than climbing the stairs that led to the large hall. Of course, in the end, Nanael would manage to persuade the footman to let them in, but it would have been easier if Nanael had, for once, listened to her. Ashton's eyes moved to the door, standing slightly ajar, at the left of the main entrance, where two gas lamps -- the privilege of the rich -- mounted on the flower-patterned walls cast circles of light on the pink-grey marble. She had expected the house to be more brightly lit, especially since the lady was hosting a small social gathering. Of course, the purpose of the assembly might have something to do with the lack of light, since most of the people saw 'ghost calling' as a dark and ominous affair and assumed that it needed complete darkness and silence.

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