This Census-Taker
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Again I took to the topmost room.
As soon as my father left me alone, and too fast to reconsider, I took a candle and crept back up into that attic for the first time in months. And though I was quivering as I climbed, when I entered, even despite the dark, I felt no fear, no shock. Only a hollowness.
What the hunter had said was true: the blood was wiped away. So were my own drawings, which I’d thought secret.
The room would shake in the strongest winds, and I’d look many times across the night... and the ruckusing air of the uplands and imagine being out in that, heading away from the hills, but I always stayed. I can’t say I chose to stay as I felt quite without traction, without capacity to find myself or anything. A gusted thistle! That’s what I thought I was like, for weeks. Thinking my own past self is mostly a mystery story.
My father continued to make his keys. For himself, I supposed.
During the daylight, I wandered. More than once, from far off, from somewhere in the steepening zone between the town and my part of the uphill, I heard that chattering call.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Again I took to the topmost room.
As soon as my father left me alone, and too fast to reconsider, I took a candle and crept back up into that attic for the first time in months. And though I was quivering as I climbed, when I entered, even despite the dark, I felt no fear, no shock. Only a hollowness.
What the hunter had said was true: the blood was wiped away. So were my own drawings, which I’d thought secret.
The room would shake in the strongest winds, and I’d look many times across the night... and the ruckusing air of the uplands and imagine being out in that, heading away from the hills, but I always stayed. I can’t say I chose to stay as I felt quite without traction, without capacity to find myself or anything. A gusted thistle! That’s what I thought I was like, for weeks. Thinking my own past self is mostly a mystery story.
My father continued to make his keys. For himself, I supposed.
During the daylight, I wandered. More than once, from far off, from somewhere in the steepening zone between the town and my part of the uphill, I heard that chattering call.
What to read after This Census-Taker?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by China Mieville to read onlineMoreLess
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