Dust in the Tin Cup
The crack began at the northeast corner of the cabin and ran south by southwest across the floorboards, widening each day by the width of a thumbnail. By the third week of June 1933, a child's fist could fit inside it. The crack had swallowed a pewter button from Mabel Granger's Sunday dress, a rusted nail, and the stub of a pencil. The pencil stub had traveled halfway down before lodging...
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