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Content warning: violence
My grandmother’s house sits empty on the border, a crooked line between
two countries that were once whole, the air uneasy in anticipation of
bloodshed yet to reach the district, warnings arrive like lightning before a
storm, that for the master will be a flashing dance in the eye, forgotten
as one of many, for others a life, bodies and broken branches strewn across
the land, loud bolts of electricity masking the soldiers’ heavy boots kicking
the door to a deserted house.



