The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the town of Oakhaven smelled of wet stone and rotting leaves. I stood on the porch of my father’s house, watching the water run in dark rivulets down the shingles, my hands trembling in my pockets. I was a builder, or so the men in the square said, but I felt like a thief. I had come to sell the house. I had come to break the bones of the place that...

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