The Wistful Witness
The eviction notice lay on the kitchen table, the ink still wet and smelling of iron, a stark white rectangle against the dark, warped wood that had once held their wedding cake. Elias Thorne read it three times, his fingers trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, arithmetic horror of the numbers, the rent owed, the interest accrued, the date by which his life would be dismantled. He...
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