I cursed the sun

[Ezekiel de le Poer]

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This is short, sorry. :[

     Her reasoning was simple—much like his father’s. Perhaps she was the one he had learned that from, that simple way of speaking, of explaining things. Only late at night, when he had been healing from the broken rib, did something seem different in his normally short-spoken father. Then, Gabriel had gone on at length about peculiar things; God, science, the whole of their genetic makeup in regards to what they were. It had been enough to make him nearly mad.
     At her name, Ezekiel’s ears turned forward and his eyes widened only slightly. “Ezekiel. You’re my grandmother,” he said instantly, intent on establishing that familiar connection. “I’ve heard about you.”

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