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168 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 28, 2020
Don’t remember this: the heft of a body, fully human, so much weightier than bird-boys and flower-women. Forget rending steel, the car where it slumped. Don’t remember where you dropped the keys (maybe they’ve been found, added to a rattling graveyard of metal). Don’t remember limping home through the trees, believing them empty.
They were always full of ghosts.
You were already becoming one.
‘Trees towered hard as bronze in still sunlight, and stirred like a living hide in the rolling advent of a storm. If you were born to Runagate with all its fragile propriety, its tidy civilisation, its ring-fence of roads and paddocks, wires and blood, there was nothing else in the world beyond but tree.’