The Wistful Throne

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The roof comes down with a sound like a bone snapping. You do not scream. You are too tired to scream. The dust settles in your throat, gritty and gray, tasting of old wood and rot. Your father is not in the room. He is never in the room when the house breaks. He is always in the yard, checking the fence, or in the barn, arguing with the silence. But you are here. You are ten years old, and you...

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