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The letter lay on the kitchen table, its ink smudged where Elias’s thumb had rested, a brown stain spreading like a bruise. It was a final notice from the solicitor, detailing the auction of the estate, the inventory of contents, and the specific, cold arithmetic of his insolvency. He read the list of items to be sold: the mahogany desk, the set of encyclopedias, the silver tea service, and the...
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