They never announce themselves. They never have to. When old money passes, it is like barometric pressure: you feel it without understanding why you have just straightened your posture, lowered your voice, and checked that the mud is off your shoes. The door is painted a color that no catalog sells, something made by sunlight and rain over decades. The brass knocker is worn where a thousand hands found the same comfortable ridge. A visitor with brisk new fortunes might miss these details. That is the first mistake. The etiquette of old money is not a book of rules; it is weathered wood and the shadow of family portraits whose eyes do not judge so much as remember.
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