The Wistful Skyline

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I remember the sound of the lathe before I remember the heat. It was a low, grinding whine, the voice of the wood turning, and it filled the room where the dust had settled so thickly that the light outside was just a grey smear. We were sitting in the windowless office of the Bureau, the air tight and dry, and I was trying to remember my mother’s face, but the walls were drinking it up, grain...

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