The Wistful Mountain

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Could a name be a debt, paid in blood and ink? I asked this in the dark of the granary loft, my breath fogging in the cold air. Below me, the stable animals shifted in their stalls, their heavy breathing a counterpoint to the wind that tore at the shallow roofs. The wind was a physical thing here, a laborer that worked the shingles loose. I held the bone comb in my hand, its teeth missing, a...

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