For Sale by Chantel Barton

This is it? This is my last shot at a commission this month? Harvey swung his car door shut and pulled off his sunglasses, folding them and inserting them into his jacket pocket. He squinted, half his face scrunched upwards in exhausted dejection. The house was a big, awkward carcass in an overgrown wasteland. The...

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