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The night air is heavy with the perfume of flowers. And incense.
Lafayette's house lies in the dark like an exotic lantern, lit from within in red and gold and purple. The darkness cradles the house like the arms of a lover, luring it deeper and deeper into night.
Everything's still and dark. Waiting.
Then there are footsteps in the gravel.
Then there's a knock on the door. A quick rap-rap sound.
Then there is silence.
Lafayette's house lies in the dark like an exotic lantern, lit from within in red and gold and purple. The darkness cradles the house like the arms of a lover, luring it deeper and deeper into night.
Everything's still and dark. Waiting.
Then there are footsteps in the gravel.
Then there's a knock on the door. A quick rap-rap sound.
Then there is silence.
