January 29, 2019

This story originally appeared on January 23rd in the Piltdown Review.

Across the valley sat a small house made of earth. From my front door I could see the thick, shallowly sloped, sunbaked roof and squat chimney, pale between the pines. No smoke ever rose—the house ha...

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