I was kicked out of my home at eighteen. I came back at fifty to buy the entire street along with their pathetic secrets.
A black car came to a silent stop by the massive wrought-iron gates. Beyond them began a short dead-end street of eight identical, solid houses, cut off from the rest of the world by a high brick wall. A small, self-contained kingdom. The security guard in a uniform jacket, bored in his glass booth, sauntered […]
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