Chapter 4 · free to read
There is no body in that niche. They never found enough of him to put in one.
Ten years of visits. I have never once said anything out loud here. Today I have a question.
One page burned for every name closed. It is the only ceremony I kept.
Ten years ago. Two hours after the fire. Before anyone had said the word 'dead' to me out loud.
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