The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The house was dying by inches, a slow hemorrhage of dry rot and silence that we pretended not to see, and I stood in the center of the hallway with my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my wool coat, watching the dust motes dance in the thin, gray light that filtered through the grimy transom window above the door. My father was there, sitting in the armchair that used to belong to his...

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