Caleb assumed it was a prank, a solitary protest erected in defiance of an unjust system. The town he’d just moved into was rural, but every home looked modern enough for running water and sewage.
“Who owns that land on Duneview?” he asked a police officer he encountered one morning at a diner. “Where Hunt Drive ends?” It was a residential area, but there were no nearby houses.
“So you don’t know who erected the double-decker?”
“The what?” The officer then excused himself and left.
Caleb finished his meal, wondering how to find an answer to this minor mystery.
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