The Wistful Asylum

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The bank notice lay on the kitchen table, a stark white rectangle against the grain of the wood, and I knew before I read the words that the farm was gone. I was twelve, and the old elm in the yard was the only thing my father had ever loved more than the debt that strangled us. The frost had come early, biting at the roots, and I wanted to keep the tree alive, to hold back the winter with my...

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