The Wistful Dinner
You wake to the house chewing its boards, the long complaint of the timbers traveling through the walls like a toothache working through a jaw, and for one soft moment you are still a young man in the lamp-room of the Marrow Gap mine, Jonah's laugh coming down the drift ahead of him and the whole bright water of the morning lying unspent before you, before the weight of where you are settles...
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