historical fiction
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“They say that when I was born, all the wild geese flew down from the sky, and the fish sank beneath the waves, having forgotten how to swim. Even the lotus flowers in out gardens quivered and turned their heads away, so ashamed they were of their own diminished allure in my presence.” I thoroughly
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A home is never finished, it’s only saved from decay. There are two kinds of people in this world: those who live with shame, and those who die from it. It’s 1915 and Adelaide Henry has decided to leave her parents’ farm in southern California and head north, to claim a homestead of 100 acres,
The Emporium of Forgotten Threads 