October is fading now. The jack-o’-lanterns have sputtered out, the candy bowls are empty, and the last of the golden leaves have twirled aimlessly to the ground. Bare tree limbs claw at gray skies. The air smells of woodsmoke and decay. The world is settling into its first rest. November is the pause between worlds.… Continue reading The House November Built: Candlelight and Crumbling Mansions (Gothember)