The Night Land
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Dusk on a Kent road, and a stranger's laugh behind a hedge belongs to your cousin Mirdath, whom you have never met. You beat off three footpads with a walking staff before her guardian's hounds arrive, and something in her nearness feels less like a first evening than a resumption. Years leap past to a whole shared life and her death — then further still, into a black future where her voice reaches you again, calling herself Naani, from a world where the sun has died.
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- A Voice at SunsetKent Country Road