FICTION The Quiet Game by Halla Þórlaug Óskarsdóttir I have twice been asked to stop screaming, both times in a hospital. The first time, my mom was dying. The second, my daughter was being born. Both instances are shrouded in fog, like I was in some other world. The first time, it was my brother, […]
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