The Inheritance of Sorrow
The wall behind the fireplace in Mercer Manor had been hollow for a hundred years. Caleb Mercer knew this because he'd spent three months listening to it. He'd come back to the house on a Tuesday in September, drawn by the gravity of inherited things—debt, dust, and the bones of men who had lived and died within these walls. His grandfather Robert had died in June, and the reading of the will...
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