The Weight of the Iron Stake: A Novel of Modern Suburban Sovereignty and Rusted Truths
CHAPTER 1: THE DAMP RADICAL The rot always smelled worse when the sun hit the cedar. It wasn’t the clean, sharp scent of fresh lumber, but the heavy, sour reek of wood that had spent five years drinking stagnant groundwater. Arthur knelt in the high fescue, his thumb pressing into the gray grain of the…