Chapter 5: The Fugitive God

Under the yellow blur of his mother’s sandal, Clerk’s palm bounced, going red while steam from the scalding-tub scorched the back of his hand and whooshed into his face.  His mother let go his hand to root out the second and draw it toward her.

“Is it warm now?”

She snatched up her sandal—

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