# She Was Buried Beneath the Snow. He Was Buried Beneath the Truth.

lot after she cut her foot on a bottle.”

My voice cracked.

“She was eight years old and mad at me because I would not let her keep the bloody glass as a souvenir.”

The dog’s ear moved.

“That girl could argue with sunrise.”

The next gust shoved me sideways.

I hit the fence with my shoulder and stood there while darkness gathered at the edges of my sight.

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