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My father never told us how the stories worked. He didn’t reveal the layers, the nuggets of information, the fragments of truth and fantasy. He didn’t need to — because, given the right conditions, the stories activated, sowing themselves.
My father never told us how the stories worked. He didn’t reveal the layers, the nuggets of information, the fragments of truth and fantasy. He didn’t need to — because, given the right conditions, the stories activated, sowing themselves.
