Category Archives: House of the 7th Minuet

The House of the Seventh Minuet VIII

“Magic?” I asked him.  “That’s just the stuff of fairy tales and fantasy novels.” He looked disappointed by my reply.  “You could not possibly be here, young lady, if you did not believe somewhere in your heart that magic was … Continue reading

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The House of the Seventh Minuet VII

I walked the length of the rug, taking my time so that I could look over the art that adorned the walls.  Some of them were portraits, some were scenes of ancient battles.  A few were distant and whimsical landscapes.  … Continue reading

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The House of the Seventh Minuet VI

The doors opened to a small vestibule; it hardly held more than a line of hooks along one wall.  A single cloak hung on one of the hooks, dusty, as though it had hung there for a long time without … Continue reading

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The House of the Seventh Minuet V

“Gold,” I whispered, staring at the handrail. How could it have been gold?  For the past few days, I had been using a wooden handrail, darkly-stained and well-polished.  What was going on? The further down the stairs I looked, the … Continue reading

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The House of the Seventh Minuet IV

I ate at a diner that overlooked the river that ran along Highway 90, then found the Eagle Cliff Store.  They had enough provisions for me to get through a few more days in the house, but I knew that … Continue reading

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The House of the Seventh Minuet III

A lot of movies and books have a certain pattern that they follow when there is a house in the woods.  It’s more of a trope, really.  Usually, someone’s first night in a house like this involves a thunderstorm and … Continue reading

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The House of the Seventh Minuet II

I was glad that the hallway light had been left on for me.  I had told my great aunt that I had no idea when I’d be arriving, so it would be nice if things were set up for the … Continue reading

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