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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: The young died in the war, and the old men have been taken away for re-education. Into the city of grandmothers comes a woman with a tale of a valley of giants. A fable of war, loss, and longing for home, in the tradition of Borges, Calvino, Emschwiller, and Le Guin.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Argosy 1, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2005

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Words: 1572
Reading time: 4-6 min.
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I had buried my parents in their gray marble mausoleum at the heart of the city. I had buried my husband in a lead box sunk into the mud of the bottom of the river, where all the riverboatmen lie. And after the war, I had buried my children, all four, in white linen shrouds in the new graveyards plowed into what used to be our farmland: all the land stretching from the river delta to the hills.

I had one granddaughter who survived the war. I saw her sometimes: in a bright pink dress, a sparkling drink in her hand, on the arm of some foreign officer with brocade on his shoulders, at the edge of a marble patio. She never looked back at me--poverty and failure and political disrepute being all, these days, contagious and synonymous.