The Wistful Silence
The ledger lay on the attic floor, its spine cracked, its pages swollen with the damp that had seeped into the estate’s bones over decades. Elias Harrow, forty-two and once the most promising architect in the county, lifted the heavy cover. He was not looking for treasure; he was looking for the deed, or at least the title history, that would prove the house could be sold. He needed the money....
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