Beyond the Mountain
The Black Liquid They brought my boy home in a pine box that was too small for everything he had been and too big for what was left. I held the lid shut with both hands while the coffin maker drove the last nail, and I did not cry because crying would have meant admitting that Arthur was gone, and I was not ready for that particular kind of surrender. The town of Harrow's Creek did not cry...
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