The Golden Suspect

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The fever took the roof first, dissolving the shingles into a black, oily sludge that ran down the eaves like the tears of a god who had forgotten how to weep. Then the walls began to breathe, a slow, wet heaving that turned the plaster into something porous and alive, soft as uncooked meat. I stood in the center of the attic, clutching my mother’s recipe book, its leather spine cracked and...

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