I was kicked out of my childhood home at 18. I came back at 50 to buy out the entire street—along with their pathetic secrets
A black car came to a silent stop in front of massive wrought-iron gates. Beyond them began a short dead-end street with eight identical, solidly built houses, cut off from the rest of the world by a high brick wall. A small, self-contained kingdom. A security guard in a uniform jacket, bored in his glass […]
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