Chapter 44 A Harvest Moon That Tastes of Rust

Harper's POV

Back at Oakhaven after the flooded house, the days ran together in silt and bad water.

I lifted the kitchen window; it came up with a crack like a knuckle.

The air behind it had no acid, no rot, none of the iron from the rains.

For weeks it had smelled like a battery in the sun. Now...

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