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If Blackwood Farm is meant to protect its residents, why does it need fences, locked gates, hidden paths, and a carefully controlled driveway? When Merricat insists that “my front door is private,” is the property creating genuine safety, or preserving a proud family world by keeping change and other people outside? Consider whether this setting is a refuge, a prison, or both.
Blackwood Farm is a grand, secluded property between the highway and river, enclosed by trees, gardens, a creek, and a wire fence. Its ordered beauty offers “refuge,” but locked boundaries turn family pride into isolation and keep the outside world at a distance.