https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ The left-eyed lineage by Thanos Kalamidas It began on a dull Wednesday when the wind smelled faintly of wet metal and wildflowers. Old Mrs. Hensley, a spry eighty-three with knees that creaked like haunted floorboards, was out in her backyard with a rusted trowel and a determined squint. "I swear, the damn mole's back," she muttered, stabbing the earth. "Burrow through my zinnias again, will you? Not on my watch." But the trowel didn’t hit dirt. It clinked,