The clouds had been building all afternoon.  The smell of rain wafted through the muggy, July night.  Each gust of wind rattled the windows.  Moonlight no longer filtered through the multitude of colored glass bottles.  Widow Rachel Ainsley’s glass bottle cottage had withstood many storms. For as long as she could remember, she had collected…

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