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Chapter 2: The Frog’s Sky
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... s like a broken yolk, washing over the slate roofs, the sinking boardwalks, and the knee-deep mud that served as the town’s primary architectural feature.
In the master bedroom of the only house with a functioning chimney, Vane woke up.
He did not open his eyes immediately. He lay still, cataloging the sensations of the morning. There was the smell of stale wine, the damp wool scent of the blanket, and the rhythmic, chainsaw snoring of the woman beside him.
Her name was T ...
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