Writer: Katie Armstrong

The Gallows Fifty Cubits High

The Gallows Fifty Cubits High

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All I can do is search the room for someone who can help me. But Marie went home a half hour ago, Saul’s sitting with his head buried in an ice chest, and all the cousins are dancing, bunched up in front of the DJ, wasted. I’ve seen worse—it’s Purim—but it might be time to panic.more