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The Witness
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I have lived in this neighborhood for seventy-three years, which means I have seen it as a...
The Girl Who Drowned in Summer
The village of Ballymore had not experienced proper rain in three years. This is not a drought in...
The Last Inheritance
I first noticed it on a Sunday. I was bringing Nonno Giuseppe his medication and a bowl of soup,...
The Glass Confessional
The fog clung to London like a shroud, thick and yellow with coal smoke, swallowing the gas lamps...
The Long Passage Home
The ship smelled of orange blossoms and expensive perfume, a scent designed to mask the...