The Wistful Letter

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The grain was wet. That was the first thing I noticed, the way it clumped in the burlap sacks, heavy and cold against my palms as I counted them, one by one, under the flickering tallow light of the cellar. I counted forty-three sacks of barley, thirty-two of rye, and a mere twelve of wheat, the white kernels looking like small, pale bones buried in the dark. My hands, roughened by the leather...

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