Sump Hymn
We drop together—Wayne and I—bound by gravity and a bad idea. The hour swallows us like a throat. Clay ribs rake my shoulders; a beam knocks his breath. We slide into black that smells like drowned apples.
“Cass,” he laughs, wet. “Finally on time.”
“Shut up.”
The floor cants into a bellmouth....
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Chapters
1. The Orchard Opens
2. Root Line
3. Sister Row
4. Understory
5. Red Thread

6. Key Teeth

7. Harvest Hours

8. Split Root

9. Sealed Row

10. Root Vault

11. Old Teeth

12. Pressure Ridge

13. Bellmouth

14. Choir Line

15. Hollow Name

16. Breakwater

17. Counterhour

18. Counterseed

19. Dead Reckoning

20. Underflow

21. Split the Hour

22. Answer Hour

23. Undertow

24. Sump Hymn

25. Orchard Face

26. Wellmouth

27. Metronome

28. Double Hour

29. Kill the Metre


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