The Golden Master
The ledger held eleven hundred and forty-two pounds of debt, a weight that settled into the marrow of Elara’s bones before the first light of dawn had even managed to scrape the grey from the sky. She counted the hours remaining until the bank’s foreclosure notice would expire, her fingers tracing the cold, damp plaster of the hallway wall where, in her recurring dreams, her late husband’s...
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