The Wistful Mirror
The bank’s foreclosure notice had arrived on a Tuesday, and by Wednesday noon, Elias was standing in the center of his father’s study, the silence of the house pressing against his eardrums with a physical weight that felt less like peace and more like a held breath. He was thirty-four years old, a man whose hands were calloused from the same soil that now threatened to swallow him, and the...
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