The Distant Journey

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The coal scuttle sat in the corner of the master bedroom, a squat, iron beast with a lid that hung open on a rusted hinge, and inside it, where the black lumps of anthracite should have been stacked to feed the stove in the parlor below, there lay the silence of my father’s last breath, a silence that had grown so heavy and so absolute that it seemed to press against the walls of the house,...

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