I Drank Dry the River Lethe | h.z.

It's been nine years, almost ten if you're counting right. Nine years gone by as you step foot back on the farm you once swore you'd never return to. The chickens have sold and the grass is barren, there's nothing left but silence and the passing time of your mothers illness knocking on your door. You soon find out that the consequences of your sudden, violent departure are still waiting for you. Creeping behind you like the childhood you thought you'd exorcised from your memory. But time is an unforgiving thing, as unforgiving as the farmhand who's been left to pick up your broken pieces.

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