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336 pages, Paperback
First published September 26, 2023
“The whole constitution of the town,” the petition said, “is corrupted into debauchery, drunkenness, whoring, gaming, profuseness, and the most foolish, sottish prodigality imaginable.”

“God alone ordains the state of things,” he said.
The Widow shook her head. “O fools learn sense,” she said.
The Beadle flinched at those words, at the feculent gall of the woman to speak down to him with scripture. He said, “An adversary there shall be even round about the land. And he shall bring down thy strength from thee, and thy palaces shall be spoiled.”
“The Book of Amos?” the Widow asked and he nodded. “Am I the adversary, Mr. Clinch? Or would that be you?”
“We shall have to wait and see,” he said.
In the days after the killing, several men took young Solemn Lambe aside to advise him against doing anything rash to avenge Dallen’s death. Abe Strapp was best left to God’s judgement, they said. Solemn was not quite twelve and the notion of God’s judgement was too hypothetical to offer comfort. You won’t be helping anyone if you winds up dead like your father, people insisted. As if they wanted to make the boy complicit in their own infuriating helplessness.
She lifted her head to look away from that feeling and caught sight of the mirror above the fireplace, the shattered glass reflecting her back in slivers that almost adhered, the figure there riven and distorted and still undeniably herself. It made her think her instincts had been right all along — the world agitated against coherence, against concord, and the truest portrait a person could manage was fragmentary, incomplete.