The Faded Apartment

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The light in the hollow came up late, always, and it did not ask permission to enter the workshop. Esther Blount stood at the workbench, the shavings curling under her feet like dead leaves, and watched the dust motes hang in the beam that cut across the room. She had been making coffins for thirty-four years, first for her father, then for the parish, and the wood had a way of remembering the...

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