The Rotting Projection

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The Rotting Projection The summer of 1955 in Oakhaven was the kind of heat that made the air itself feel solid. Spanish moss hung from the oaks like funeral drapes, and the cicadas screamed in a rhythm that sounded almost like language if you listened long enough. I had come to Oakhaven ten years ago with my projector and my reels and a past I did not discuss. I was fifty now, and my knees...

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