The Golden Downtown
Elias, you’re standing in the doorway again, and you’re blocking the light. The voice came from the kitchen, sharp and thin, cutting through the heavy silence of the house, and you did not move, because moving would mean acknowledging the presence of your daughter, Clara, and acknowledging her meant admitting that you were still there, still breathing, still trapped in the same room where the...
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