“Aspen leaves whirled and skittered in aimless packs across the lawn that was now neatly mowed and tended. There was no one to see the autumn leaves steal across the grass but the three of them. It gave Jack a curious shrinking feeling, as if his life force had dwindled to a mere spark while the hotel and the grounds had suddenly doubled in size and become sinister, dwarfing them with sullen, inanimate power.”
— Jan 18, 2026 11:30AM
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