The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The cough starts before the sun does. It is a dry, rattling sound. It lives in your chest. You are twelve. You are small. The air in the house is thick. It tastes of coal dust and old wool. Your father is not in the room. He never is anymore. The bed is too wide. The sheets are stiff. They stick to your skin. You pull them up. You hide your face. The room is dark. A single window lets in gray...

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