Void Meridian: The Fracture in the Machine - V01_Southern_Gothic Variant
The rain in eastern Kentucky doesn't wash things clean. It makes them rot. It turns the abandoned factory walls to slurry, the coal dust to black mud, the people to ghosts who walk through hollows they used to call home. Danny Cole knew this. He had known it for forty-two years, which was how long he had been walking through these hills, and for the last three of those years, he had been...
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