The assay house at Marsk keeps no fire. Heat swells the brass, and a swelled beam reads long, so the arms of the great scale hang over a slate floor cold enough to ache the teeth of anyone who works there past the third bell. I was sixteen the winter I was to be sworn, … Continue reading The Empty Pan
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Seomra Feithimh (Waiting Room)
Ní haingil atá romham ná soilse an tslua,ná cór na naomh ag canadh os cionn na cré,ach seomra feithimh fuar is cléireach crom,is leabhar mór ar oscailt ar an mbord roimh ré.Ní fhéachann sé aníos, is ní ghlaonn sé m'ainm,ach scríobhann go mall gach ní atá le rá;níl fearg ná trua sa pheann atá ina … Continue reading Seomra Feithimh (Waiting Room)
