The Ascent of Marcus Vale
The funeral is small, which is what Marcus would have wanted. He has never liked crowds, and death seems an unlikely exception to that rule.Daniel stands at the edge of the cemetery in Brooklyn, hands in the pockets of a coat that does not fit quite right because he has bought it secondhand and cannot afford better. Around him, a dozen people murmur and cry and try to look appropriately...
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