My Brother Locked Me Out Of Our Father's Quarry, Believing My Stonework Was Just A Pastime, But The Codicil In My Core-Sample Cabinet Exposed What He Collected Before The Funeral.
My brother changed the locks on our father's quarry before the funeral flowers wilted. He thought I would leave with my chisels, but drawer seventeen held a receipt he had never seen.
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