The House of Black Oak
Silas Black could not stay in any city for more than three months. The walls of his apartment in Houston reminded him of concrete buildings in Kabul. The rumble of the subway reminded him of武装 helicopters. He needed open space. He needed silence. He needed a place where the only voices he heard were his own. He found the advertisement in a thrift store newspaper, folded under an ad for a used...
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