The Bottom of the World
Ray woke up before the alarm. He always did. It was 4:47 AM, which he knew because the digital clock on his nightstand said so, but also because his body had learned the exact timing of the silence between the refrigerator cycling off and the radiator clicking on. He got out of bed. The floor was cold. It was always cold in October. He walked to the kitchen, filled the kettle, put it on the...
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