Threshold of Deceit

Vance

The sun has barely made its morning ascent into the sky by the time I’m pulling into Gideon’s gravel driveway.

The tudor-style facades of his mansion catch the golden early morning sunlight, and it’s actually quite beautiful. A row of four stained glass windows on the front of the house, each depicting the same tree in a different season, absorb the golden sun and seem to glow with color.