The Escape by Nick Sweeney
leksi knew he’d had enough of life in the sticks when his uncle Maks died in his own Viking funeral, an incident involving vodka, a firelighter and the teetering presence of firewood—damp, but not enough. The smell of burnt maple lingered around the lean-to and the kitchen garden for weeks. When Aleksi recalled it even years ahead, he was sure, it would be the smell he associated with his planning and preparation, with his transition to the next stage of his life.
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