The girl in the rain was never supposed to reach his gate alive
The girl in the rain was never supposed to reach his gate alive. By the time the black car stopped outside the estate, the storm had already swallowed the road. Rain hammered the iron gates, headlights cut through the darkness, and the old man stepping from the back seat looked like someone the world had spent decades learning not to approach without permission.
Chapter 1: The Monolith in the Rain
The storm did not merely fall over Blackwood Estate; it tore through the valley like an invading army, flattening the pine trees and turning the winding asphalt driveway into a treacherous river of black mud.
From the plush, insulated interior of my luxury sedan, the world outside looked like a blurred, chaotic gray sheet. I sat in the rear seat, my fingers lightly tracing the cold silver handle of my walking cane, watching the heavy iron gates of my family’s property materialize through the torrential downpour. For decades, those gates had stood as a physical monument to our absolute isolation from the ordinary citizens of the town. They were designed to keep the world out, to protect an empire built on old shipping contracts, real estate monopolies, and an immaculate, expensive silence.
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The vehicle groaned to a sudden halt, the tires fighting for traction on the wet gravel. My driver, a quiet man who had managed my schedule for fifteen years, didn’t step out immediately. He waited for the gatehouse automated system to click open, the heavy iron structures letting out a low, mechanical screech that was instantly swallowed by the roaring gale.
To be Continued...!
