The Golden Downtown
The house had a way of holding its breath, a vast, architectural silence that pressed against the windows and seeped into the marrow of the bones of anyone who remained within its walls. Eleanor stood by the open window of the study, her fingers tracing the grain of the heavy oak sill, watching the autumn leaves drift down from the bare branches of the elms. She was twelve years old, a small,...
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