The Mirror in the Barn
The barn stood at the bottom of the valley like a sentence someone had been trying to finish for a hundred and thirty years and never quite managed. Built in 1892, its timber frame had warped and settled into a permanent lean, its siding the color of dried blood in the October light. Henry Whitmore called it a barn. He had never seen a blueprint for it. It had been here when he inherited the...
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