Chapter 59 The Call
- “THIS PLACE IS…” My words trail off as I gaze in awe at the massive log beams stretching along the ceiling.
- “Rustic?”
- “Yes,” I agree, inhaling the scent of stale air and old cedar, pungent from lack of circulation. “But impressive. I guess, with the gold mines, I expected your grandparents to have something more like Star Cove.”