You get what you pay for. The house was cheap mainly because nobody in their right mind would choose to live so close to a known fault line. Beggars can’t be choosers though. I couldn’t afford to buy elsewhere and the rich fertile soil meant I could live off the crops grown on my modest plot of land. Besides, there hadn’t been an earthquake of note since 1846. Sure, there’d been the occasional rumble and plates falling out of cupboards. I’d once had to repair the roof - broken by a falling tree. I thought it was worth the risk.
This was something else though. A chasm as wide as a football pitch had opened up splitting the street in two. Entire houses gobbled up in seconds. The subsequent landslides claimed more properties but incredibly mine stood firm, just inches away from the gulf at the end of the street.