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In the land of the dead, there are only blackbirds, and I send this one to you, in the hopes that you remember me still. Light me a stick of incense, and so long as it burns, let me sit in the chamber outside your bedroom again. Until it goes out . . .”
When the Tiger Came Down the Mountain (The Singing Hills Cycle, #2)
by Nghi Vo
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