The rain had come early that autumn, as if the sky itself were restless, pressing its weight down on the rooftops of a small Welsh valley where the hills folded into one another like old hands. James sat at the kitchen table, the one where his mother used to fold laundry on Sunday afternoons, now covered in newspaper clippings and faded photographs. His brother David was gone—had been gone for...
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