The Golden Harbor
The inspection report lay open on the desk, the ink still wet in the lower margin where Elias had refused to sign. The structure was failing, the engineer had noted, citing a 15% loss in load-bearing capacity in the east wing. Elias turned the page, his thumb rubbing the rough grain of the paper. Outside, the wind tore at the shingle, a sound like tearing cloth that had become the house’s only...
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