The Distant Legend
The house stood on the ridge. It was a skeletal thing. White paint peeled like dead skin. I saw it from the car. I stopped. The engine died. The silence rushed in. It was thick. It was heavy. It tasted of iron and rain. I had come for the deed. I had come to buy. I had come to possess. I was a man of contracts. I was a man of margins. I dealt in concrete. I dealt in stone. I did not deal in...
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