The Opera House Keeper
The Grand Opera House had been dead for forty years, but on certain nights, when the humidity was right and the wind came from the east, I could hear it breathing.I lived in the lobby. It wasn't much—a cot, a kerosene heater, a bucket for a toilet that I carried down to the creek every morning—but it was mine. And it was the only place in Oakhaven where nobody asked me questions I didn't want...
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