The Golden Farce
The roof came down. It did not fall all at once. It collapsed in a groaning, twisting heap of shingles and splintered oak. Dust billowed into the gray morning air like smoke from a fire that had burned out years ago. Elias stood in the street. He watched the debris settle. The house was gone. Just a pile of wet wood and brick. His name was Elias Thorne. He was a police officer. He had served in...
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