Closing my eyes, it all seems like it was yesterday. The day I arrived in the shadows of Cartier estate, that grand manse left in decaying grandeur, my inheritance had seemed a dream from another era. Sheltered by the salt-sea wind by craggy rock, the mansion perched in the discreet shadows of a high cliff. Below, the relentless surf pounded a dim shoreline of rocks and reed-choked sand. Shattered bits of driftwood flowed in and out of the tideâ€™s grasp, weird and wonderful shapes visible to the eye in distorted magnificence.
|Triumph of Time by Kassandra Alvarado|