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Folding down the attic stairs, Robbie braced them against the floor, the subtle creak of the ancient wood like the sound of an aged man’s bones upon rising. He could still hear the ghost of such clicks and grunts as his old man struggled out of that pathetic pea-green recliner to shuffle, drunk and defeated, to the fridge for another beer. The old man had seemed to live on beer alone, as a truck on diesel, and it eventually caught up with him, to no one’s surprise but himself. &...
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Not many fist fights break out at funerals. But not many families are like the Rothschilds. For one, the number of billionaires in the world is finite, and the crusty corpse in the coffin, glassy eyes staring up eerily at the action, was one of them. A multi-billionaire if we want to be absolutely accurate. As the Old Vulture (an unaffectionate nickname used behind his back by all who knew him) liked to say, “After the first billion, the rest just seem to roll in.” Per his wishes, he was preserved, eyes wide open so he c...
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