The Wistful Saga
The rain hits the tin roof. It sounds like static. You are sitting in the dark. The lamp is off. You do not need it. You know the shape of the room by heart. You know the crack in the floorboard. You know the cold spot near the window. You are a man who knows things. That is your job. You know the perimeter. You know the blind spots. You know the weight of the rifle on your shoulder. Outside,...
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