The Wistful Voyage
The letter from the solicitor lay on the kitchen table, the paper thin and brittle as the dry leaves outside the window. Elara held the pen in her right hand, the ink still wet from the signature she had refused to make three days prior, staring at the line item for the roof repairs that totaled four hundred pounds more than she had in her bank account. The house was quiet, a silence so heavy...
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