Have Mercy, My Love, While We Wait for the Thaw
ShortStory 5,657 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"The Grieving House rises like a lighthouse from the artificial snowdrifts, its windows blazing honeyed gold. The clean lines of it look too much like a grave marker. The House was built to give the bereaved some sense of togetherness and let them guide each other, a space of community and healing."
Content warnings 2
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Quasar links out; the story lives on Apex, where the author gets the click.