The Distant Clue
You dream of the tooth. It is a molar, large and yellowed. You pull it from your mouth with a wrench. The root is still there, buried deep in the gum. You keep digging. Blood fills your cheek. It is warm. It is metallic. You wake with a gasp. The ceiling is white. The light is gray. It is six in the morning. The house is silent. Your father is not in bed. He is in the workshop. You can hear the...
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