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We left the cathedral and walked for days, for months, for years. We slept in abandoned cars, in empty houses. We didn’t find furniture or food, just broken walls and windows. Many others had passed through before us. I picked the locks on doors, cooked pieces of rat, pigeon, the occasional squirrel. I dug up earth and didn’t find anything. Dead worms. The earth was dry, malnourished, anemic, agonizing, empty. I shared the water I was able to boil with Circe, water that wasn’t completely contaminated, water we found in abandoned places, places where others hadn’t been able to pick the locks, ...more
The Unworthy
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