The Distant Legend
The foreclosure notice sat on the kitchen table, its edges curling slightly from the humidity that had seeped into the Victorian walls over the last three months. Elias Thorne picked it up, the paper heavy with the bureaucratic finality of a deadline, and read the line item for the outstanding medical debt one last time: $42,000. He had been an engineer for thirty years, calculating loads and...
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