The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The ink was still wet on the page when I heard the grain singing. It was a low, wet hum, like the sound of a throat clearing before a cough, and it came from the burlap sack on the table. I pressed my thumb against the paper to keep the blot from spreading, my other hand resting on the rough jute. The date was the fourteenth of November, 1923. I was writing to Silas Thorne, my father, demanding...

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