Chapter 58 · for subscribers
Eleven keepers in eleven generations and this valley has never needed more than one stone cut in a lifetime. There were twenty-six standing out in that yard, finished to the size and waiting on names, and twenty-six is the number of houses in my lane with their mirrors carried out onto the step. The valley is not looking for a thirteenth keeper. Somebody has ordered a stone for every door.
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