The river was very wide here, the banks lost beyond fields of drowned reeds that seemed to stretch to the horizon. There was sorrow and regret but no self-loathing, where I had nothing else. He smiled quickly. here was no skin on the flat piece, only white bone and a fine metalling mesh and more ragged, curdled scar tissue.
* * *I was lying on my back on a lumpy floor. “I never knew her. He scattered words on the first empty page, gripping the pencil hard. Two dozen.
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