August 1, 2016

“Beneath the dust, more impressions, all with fists and knuckles and fingers. I touched them gently, easing the dust from them, then wiping my hands upon myself. The house banged around me now, the sound of closed hands striking plaster repeatedly. I cringed at the sound, at the implied violence within it. The walls powdered…”

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