Slow progress with the second story. Don't know where this is going but I guess it's somewhere sad.
'He had been quiet then, his father's story and its sadness sinking into him, past his heart and down to his intestines, a leaden anvil, and, remembering this, he felt the same sorrow, this time spreading through his body as if it were something that had been injected into his bloodstream.' (p. 209)
— Feb 22, 2022 12:35PM
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