The Inheritance of Thistle Creek
ACT I The building smelled like wet cardboard and forgotten lives, which was exactly what Mark expected from a property he had just purchased for a price that made his partner smile. He stood in the lobby—no, not a lobby, a doorway, the kind of doorway that existed because the city required every building to have one—and looked at the ceiling. Water damage, probably from a roof that had not...
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