The Distant Promise
"You are going to eat it, aren't you? You are going to sit in that cold stone kitchen, alone in the dark with the rain hammering against the slate roof like a thousand tiny, angry fists, and you are going to peel back the skin of that apple, and you are going to eat it, and you are going to die, not because the apple is poisoned, but because the air in this house is thick with a rot that has...
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