The Cascade of Silence
The community of Silver Oaks was a miracle of modern urban planning. Every lawn was a perfect emerald green, every house a pristine shade of eggshell white, and every smile a carefully maintained asset. I was a "harmony auditor," a disgraced psychiatrist who had discovered that the most dangerous things in the world are the things that look perfect. My clients, the Harrisons, were the gold...
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