Argyle the sin-eater came the day after— a narrow, hungry man whose laughter and the wicked upturn of his one eyebrow put the local folks in mind of trouble. But still they sent for him and sat him down amid their whispering contempts to make his table near the dead man’s middle, and brought him soda bread and bowls of beer and candles, which he lit against the reek that ro (...)
Poetry
The Sin-Eater
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