The Wistful Cipher

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14 October. The rain has not stopped for three days. It drums against the slate roof of the cottage, a steady, hollow rhythm that matches the wet, rattling cough I hear in my father’s chest when he sleeps. He is at the front, but his body is here, in this house, trapped in the silence between the ticks of the clock. I want to fix it. I want to take the pain out of his lungs and put it into...

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