The Golden Farce
The light in the kitchen was thin, a pale gray sheet pulled across the table where the mortgage statements lay fanned out like discarded playing cards. Elias looked up from his coffee, the ceramic mug cold in his hands, and watched Clara stand by the window, her back rigid against the glass. "You’re looking at the wrong column," he said, his voice raspy from the early hour. "The interest rate...
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